You tell me that
Your physical beauty is poison.I tell you, give it up.
You don’t need it!You tell me that
Your vital impurity is poison.I tell you, give it up.
You don’t need it!You tell me that
Your mental insecurity is poison.I tell you, give it up.
You don’t need it!You tell me that
Your psychic uncertainty is poison.I tell you, give it up.
You don’t need it! ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 5, Agni Press, 1979
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