Nothing walks
With aimless feet.No, not even my stupid doubt.
Nothing sleeps
With an aimless body.No, not even my beggar-insecurity.
Nothing sings
With an aimless soul.No, not even my dying life.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 7, Vishma Press, 1974
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