14. Everything He Touches
There was a timeWhen everything he touched
Suffered from his dire imperfections.
Now
Everything he touches
Prospers from his unprecedented perfection.
Sri Chinmoy, Dreams that fly, Agni Press, 1975
When everything he touched
Suffered from his dire imperfections.
Now
Everything he touches
Prospers from his unprecedented perfection.
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