God does not mind
The imperfections of my face.God does not mind
The limitations of my eyes.God does not mind
The incapacities of my arms.God does not mind
The endless follies of my mind.But
God objects to even an iota of a spotOn the hallowed tablet
Of my heart. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 9, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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