395. Yet my children love me

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How little do I serve,

Yet my children love me dearly.

How little do I love,

Yet my children need me constantly.

Their humility-life and oneness-necessity

Feed me daily and still keep me alive. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
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