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When I am completely aloneWith God,
I feel that I am nothing
But a speck of dust,
Meaningless, worthless and useless.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 225, Agni Press, 1995
With God,
I feel that I am nothing
But a speck of dust,
Meaningless, worthless and useless.
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