When I say it is all my fault,
OpenlyMy Beloved Supreme starts crying.
When I say it is all God’s fault,
SecretlyMy Beloved Supreme starts smiling.
When I say it is neither
God’s fault nor my fault,Immediately
My Beloved Supreme starts dreamingA new Dream.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 22, Agni Press, 1984
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