The other day God asked me
What I was aspiring for.I said, “I would like
To offer infinite praises to man.”He immediately granted my prayer.
The other night man asked me
What I was aspiring for.I said, “I would like
To become the dead dust of God’s Feet.”Man’s answer: “How dare you think
God would condescend to grant youSuch a mighty prayer?”
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 11, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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