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When I write a heart-letterTo my Lord Supreme,
He tells me now is the time
To be a supremely perfect instrument
Of His.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 117, Agni Press, 1988
To my Lord Supreme,
He tells me now is the time
To be a supremely perfect instrument
Of His.
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