Doubt, don’t confide in me.
I no longer want to beYour father.
Let me be my heart.Fear, don’t confide in me.
I no longer want to beYour brother.
Let me be my arms.Jealousy, don’t confide in me.
I no longer want to beYour friend.
Let me be my soul. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 20, Agni Press, 1974
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