"My sweet child, My sweeter child,
My sweetest child,When you come to see Me,
I never ask you to tell MeWhat others are doing wrong.
I do not ask you to tell MeEven what you are doing wrong.
I immediately ask you to tell MeWhat you are doing right,
And in how many waysYou are trying to please Me.
My sweet child, My sweeter child,My sweetest child,
It does not become youTo see others'
Teeming imperfections.I am constantly dreaming
In and through youTo make you My Eternity's
Absolutely perfect instrument.Please fulfil My Dream,
My long-cherished Dream,My only Dream!"
```From:Sri Chinmoy,My soul is free, Agni Press, 1994
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