9. Your agelong hunger

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Lord, today You are

My most distinguished guest.

Alas, how can I offer You my food,

My ignorance-night?

"Son, I am terribly hungry;

Just give Me what you have.

My cosmic hunger cares not for taste;

It cares only for food.

Soon I shall invite you to be My guest.

I shall give you My food, Nectar-flood.

Like Me, you too must not care for taste,

But for the satisfaction

Of your agelong hunger."

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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