When I think
Of my body,I breathe a new breath
Of frustration.When I think
Of my vital,I breathe a new breath
Of destruction.When I think
Of my mind,I breathe a new breath
Of hallucination.When I think
Of my heart,I breathe a new breath
Of consolation. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 10, Agni Press, 1974
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