O my mind,
Even though you are quite often unjust,I like you.
What else can I do?O my heart,
Because you are always just,I love you dearly and constantly.
And nothing else have I to do! ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 23, Agni Press, 1982
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