Supreme, Supreme, my Lord Supreme,
You are lovingly, compassionately,Untiringly and unconditionally
Preparing meTo be a choice instrument of Yours
For the fulfilmentOf Your Earth-Transformation-Dream.
And what do I do?Every day I show You
My haughty mindAnd give You
My ungrateful heart. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 184, Agni Press, 1993
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