If it is true
That writing makes a man perfect,Then what have I been doing
For the last forty years?Still perfection-realm
Remains a far cry,Not to speak of satisfaction,
Which is nowhere to be found. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 49, Agni Press, 1982
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