29.⁷

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My Lord Supreme,

Your Head was aching

Because I was not pleasing You

In Your own Way.

My Lord Supreme,

Your Heart is bleeding

Because I am not pleasing You

In Your own Way.

My Lord Supreme,

Your Life will be dying

Because I shall not be pleasing You

In Your own Way.

My Lord Supreme,

What can I do?

What shall I do?

I am so helpless and useless.

"My child, do not worry.

I have already forgiven you.

I am now preparing Myself

To help you embark on a new journey

And watch your heart's blossoming,

Singing and dancing rainbow-sunrise."

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From:Sri Chinmoy,My sweet Father-Lord, where are You?, Agni Press, 1999
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