My body thinks of me
And offers me a flood of tears.My vital thinks of me
And offers me a night of fears.My mind thinks of me
And offers me a sea of confusion.My heart thinks of me
And offers me a dying flame of insecurity. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 17, Agni Press, 1974
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