Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 1

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Each day

Is a hopelessly futile day,

And each day

Shall remain a hopelessly futile day,

If I cannot cheerfully cast aside

The impurity-ink

Of my mind.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 1, Agni Press, 1983
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