All-presence am I

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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 sell my teeming thoughts;

By me my trance is seen alone.

My heart shall never tremble or moan,

All-presence am I, in me no noughts. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006
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