I am a thief, I steal every night.
Each theft of mine kindles a thrillOn 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 starkWith the Nectar of His shadowless Ray.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 1, No. 3, 27 October 1965, Boro Park Printers -- Brooklyn, N. Y, 1965
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