The prison-cell of all my attachments

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I shall tell you one thing;

Therefore, I have come to your door.

Mother, why does my mind commit

The same mistake time and again?

Mother, will I get the flow of Your Blessing-Smile

In my teeming errors?

Striking my heart, do break asunder

The prison-cell of all my attachments. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Inner Promise - Paths to Self-Perfection, Simon and Schuster, 1974
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