530. Destitute

```

Your mind is destitute

Of promise-seed.

His heart is destitute

Of gratitude-fruit.

My life is destitute

Of perfection-tree. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 6, Agni Press, New York, 1979
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