Each uncomely and undivine thought
Wanders restlessly inside my mind’sTiny, unlit cave.
Each pure and flower-like thoughtGrows and glows inside my heart’s
Mightiest kingdom. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 59, Agni Press, 1983
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