October 28

I spoke ill of myself.

The world became my compassionate friend.

I spoke well of myself.

The world became my worst enemy.

I spoke ill of the world.

The world hesitated to believe it.

I spoke well of the world. The world felt that it was not enough, it deserved abundantly more.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970
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