When I lived in the sleeping body
My life was a million vacant cries.When I lived in the unaspiring heart
My life was a million heavy sighs.When I lived in the non-giving life
My life was a million imperfection-souls. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 7, Vishma Press, 1974
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