1080

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O my mind’s confusion-bound intellect,

You are imperfect, to say the least!

Alas, even after you have covered

A very long distance

In the wrong direction,

You are not aware of what you are doing

Or where you are.

When will you learn

That satisfaction-smile abides

Only in intuition-core? ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 11, Agni Press, 1983
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