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O my Lord,

I torture You,

I torture Your Heart,

I torture Your Breath

Consciously, even deliberately.

My Beloved Lord,

May the loneliness You feel without me

Torture me

Far beyond my endurance-capacity.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 247, Agni Press, 1998
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