My beginning was my end
When I thoughtThat I could do everything all alone.
My end was my beginning
When I feltGod’s Grace act in and through me.
My middle was fulfilling
When I realisedThat my limbs were made of
God’s Compassion-Light. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 8, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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