183. Hopeless, useless and helpless

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He is hopeless.

His darkness

Has corrupted the beauty of his mind.

He is useless.

His insincerity

Has corrupted the lustre of his heart.

He is helpless.

His ingratitude

Has corrupted the effulgence of his soul.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 4, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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