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Every thoughtEventually becomes a thorn
When I keep it for myself.
Every thought
Eventually becomes a rose
The moment I offer it to God.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 196, Agni Press, 1994
Eventually becomes a thorn
When I keep it for myself.
Every thought
Eventually becomes a rose
The moment I offer it to God.
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