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My Lord, I believe in you, but as ill luck would have it I turn a deaf ear to your command.

I have no belief in death.

But I am ever aware of his command.

And what is worse, I blindly carry out his behests.

O Author of all good, truly you are for me an insoluble mystery.

From:Chinmoy,Chandelier, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1959
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