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Sleepless Friend.
Birth and End.
The base vital world pervades.
The human in me prays to God,
The divine in me prays to God,
Without my soul, my life is empty.
Behold, my God-doubting mind fails.
Oh, when I tease my Lord Supreme
The human in me is a desire-knife.
God’s Oneness-Heart shares.
Man gives, then takes.
Never be a zero.
Worries churn;
My doubt is my mind-slavery,
My talking mind is a hopeless hope.
My Lord quickly appears
I know below, Above,
God asks me to show Him my soul
God asks me to steal
May I have a God-Beauty in my life.
No dream, no dream, no dream, no dream,
My Supreme Himself wants me to be
No dream, no dream, no dream, no dream,
I am chosen out of billions
I proudly dare to believe, I dare.
Be pure in heart, pure in heart, be pure.
God wants me to keep open my heart-door
More and more and more.
My smile is his infinity’s joy.
My God-realisation
My God-manifestation
I am a man-uplifter.
Be, be, be, be, my heart, be
To feed the worlds below, Above.
Nowhere ignorance-knife.
My hope knows no sunset, my hope.
Are thrilled with my purity-face.
I am my God-attention.
My life is God-Beauty.
My world is God-Victory.
My Supreme’s Heart-Hunger to feed.
A burning desire-breath
Follow the Lord eagerly and closely.
Each time I think of my Lord Supreme
Get up, Master, get up!
Start walking to and fro.
Never commit suicide, never commit suicide.
My heart cries and dies only for one thing:
My heart’s helpless tears
My God-service-chariot
The dust of my Lord’s Feet.
Is the Smile of the Millennium.
That God is constantly smashing
As long as I find You and Your Lotus Feet
From:Sri Chinmoy,Enthusiasm, part 2, 2001
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ent_2