When I forget to think of God twice, He laughs.
When I forget to think of God thrice, He cries.
He smiles lovingly because I am helpless.
He laughs profoundly because I am hopeless.
He cries sincerely because I am shameless.
When I remember to think of God once, He blesses me.
When I remember to think of God twice, He caresses me.
When I remember to think of God thrice, He embraces me.
He blesses me, my life of aspiration.
He caresses me, my life of realisation.
He embraces me, my life of manifestation.From:Sri Chinmoy,Songs of the Soul, Herder and Herder, 1971
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