My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!
God does not want me to carryA credit card.
He wants me to carry always with meThe mighty dollar
To remind me that I am, indeed,A child of the Almighty.
My Lord, will people not laughAt my cleverness?
“My child, cleverness is far betterThan foolishness.
When you use your cash, your inner prideAnd the cashier’s inner joy
Sing, play and dance together.”Finally, God becomes serious.
He tells me, “My child,Money-power conquers only the inferiors.
Heart-power conquers everybody —The superiors, the inferiors
And the equals,Plus Me and My All.”
My Supreme, my Supreme, my Supreme!```
2 March 2000, Before doing 60 one-arm pushes with 700 lbs.
From:Sri Chinmoy,My Morning Soul-Body Prayers, part 13, Agni Press, 2000
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/mp_13