To love You, Father,
I have discardedMy arrows of desire.
"Thank you, daughter."To please You, Father,
I have stopped eatingWith ignorance-life.
"Thank you, daughter."To become inseparably one with You,
I am challengingThe pride of my brooding night.
"Thank you, daughter." ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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