O beloved pride,
How hard I workTo build you up.
O beloved doubt,
How hard I workTo defend your cause.
O beloved fear,
How hard I workTo treasure your body.
O beloved depression,
How hard I workTo fathom your realisation.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 9, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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