5344. My heart's sleepless complaint

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My mind’s constant complaint:

This world is extremely imperfect.

My heart’s sleepless complaint:

Its own perfection

Is still a far cry.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 54, Agni Press, 1983
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