My mind, in a terrible rush,
Says to my heart,“O heart, why are you so insecure
All the time?”My heart quietly, very quietly,
Says to my mind,“O mind, why are you so impure
All the time?” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 73, Agni Press, 1983
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