I am just three minutes old.
I have no name.I am just three days old.
I have three names:Desire, Aspiration, Perfection.
I am just three weeks old.
I have two names:Aspiration, Perfection.
I am three months old.
I have just one name:Perfection.
Since Perfection is what I have
And what I amI am going back to Heaven to rest.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 12, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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