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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