Every day
My Lord Beloved SupremeBlesses my surrender-blossomed heart
With His Transcendental Pride.Alas, alas, alas, every day
My Lord Supreme helplessly criesWhen He looks at
My deliberately unsurrendered mind. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 178, Agni Press, 1993
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