His vision-eye is a constant prey
To his teeming imperfections.
Therefore,
Someday, somehow, somewhere,
He will dance with perfection-sun
In the world of Infinity’s
Silence-Sound.
- Sri Chinmoy
Excerpt from: Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 4 by Sri Chinmoy, Copyright (c) 1900 by Sri Chinmoy – All rights reserved