When he is angry,
He becomes a mountain.
When he is peaceful,
He becomes an ocean.
When he is happy,
He becomes the vision of the skies.
When he is sad,
He becomes the slave of death.
Poem By Sri Chinmoy
From: The Dance of Life
When he is angry,
He becomes a mountain.
When he is peaceful,
He becomes an ocean.
When he is happy,
He becomes the vision of the skies.
When he is sad,
He becomes the slave of death.
Poem By Sri Chinmoy
From: The Dance of Life