My Lord, my Lord, my Lord Supreme,
I think of You.You do not think of me.
Alas, why?My Lord, I look at You.
You do not look at me.Alas, why?
My Lord, I come to You.You do not come to me.
Alas, why?"My child, I, too, think of you.
I, too, look at you.I, too, come to you.
My child, when I think of you,You are not inside your mind.
When I look at you,You are not inside your eyes.
When I come to you,You are not inside your heart-home.
My child, if you want to knowWhen I think of you,
Then keep your mind empty of thoughts.If you want to see Me
While I am looking at you,Then keep your eyes pure, absolutely pure.
If you want to see MeWhile I am coming to your heart-home,
Then keep your heart-home-door wide openOnly for Me.
```SFL 50. 8 January 1997, Kumamoto, Japan↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,My sweet Father-Lord, where are You?, Agni Press, 1999
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