Although I dwell in poverty,
Matchless all joy of mine remains.Upon my heart His Bounty rains
From His flame-white Eternity.To none I show my teeming thoughts,
My trance is seen by me alone.My heart shall never tremble or moan;
All-presence am I, in me no noughts. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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