O my mind,
There is no wayFor me to make you feel
That you are fooling yourselfAll the time.
O my heart,
There are so many waysFor me to make you feel
That God loves you dearly,Needs you unmistakably
And is proud of you powerfully. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 3, Agni Press, 1983
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