I am a thief

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I am a thief, I steal every night.

Each theft of mine kindles a thrill

On the Supreme's all-fulfilling Eye.

What do I steal?

His Grace, my meal.

Why do I steal?

He compels me so.

Perhaps He finds no other way

To feed my Spirit's hunger stark

With the Nectar of His shadowless Ray.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 1, No. 3, 27 October 1965, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1965
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