By way of joke
I tell my Lord SupremeThat I do not need Him.
But my Beloved SupremeHas not yet mastered
The art of joking.In all sincerity He tells me
That He needs me sleeplesslyAnd that someday,
Somehow, somewhereHe will place me
On His transcendentalTrance-bound Throne.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 5, Agni Press, 1983
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