O my vital,
You enjoy dramatic bliss.Therefore, I dislike you.
O my mind,
You enjoy unclouded bliss.Therefore, I like you.
O my heart,
You enjoy only perennial bliss.Therefore, I love you.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 33, Agni Press, 1982
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