I was not happy,
Although my fame reachedUnprecedented heights.
I was not happy,
Although the world kissedThe dust of my feet.
I was not happy,
Although God offered meHis Transcendental Pride.
But now I am happy,
BecauseThe Blossoms of my service-tree
Have all been devouredBy man’s ignorance-night and
God’s Blessing-Light. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 2, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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