I am not mine own.
I know not what to say.I move around with my beggarly heart.
I forgive myself,My stupidity,
My existence-nightOnly for Thee
To please Thee,If so is Thy Will.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
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