God, I hate to beg You like a dog all the time.

Son, I hate to tempt you with a lifeless bone all the time.

God, when will You stop tempting me?

The moment your life of insincerity stops.

The moment your life of inner cry begins.

The moment you stop advertising yourself.

From:Sri Chinmoy,God the supreme Humourist, part 1, Agni Press, 1974
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