534. The ripe fruit

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When I think of God,

I become His bud.

When I pray to God,

I become His tender flower.

When I concentrate on God,

I become His unripe fruit.

When I meditate on God,

I become His ripe fruit. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 11, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
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