819. Daughter, you are

```

Although I am finite,

Am I not Yours, Father?

"Daughter, you are."

Although I eat ignorance,

Am I not Yours, Father?

"Daughter, you are."

Although I forget to love You,

Am I not Yours, Father?

"Daughter, you are.

My daughter sweet, you are." ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/eb