4561. A supremely chosen instrument

```

O my mind,

Why do I have to tell you again and again?

No matter what I do,

No matter what I say,

No matter what I seem,

I was, I am and I shall forever remain

A supremely chosen instrument

Of my Beloved Supreme. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 46, Agni Press, 1982
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