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The Mother: "I consider your work as professor in the School far more important than to become a Chartered Accountant. Blessings."

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He drank the great fire that flows from blazing nipples of heaven,
And as if it were a dream his second mother gathered his hair;
A soul that burns up on its own tail is climbing the Unknown,
And into the hollow plunges the chariot of the flame-wheel;
He clapped his hand as though ensued lightning from the clouds,
But the birds were young and who would nestle them in the winter?

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Indeed, there’s no horse-race without the horses, there’s no betting,
There is no red of the ruby, nor the winter-wine’s effervescence;
There is without earth and heaven no roseate flutter of angel-wings:
It is the drumbeat that creates the drum, the twinkling the stars;
It is the mantra that ascends to Silence, and sky to the seed-sounds;
Hence I am the mango-blossoms call between sweetness and the mates,
Between the battle and the loud victory the warrior’s shining strength,—
Between the Unknowable and the Known I am the Unknown’s link.
It is the indivisible Word, and I the form-force of the riven Moment.

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