My Lord,

Do You mind if I mix with

The uninspiring and unaspiring

Human beings

Before You come to see me?

I shall be all ready

The moment You come.

“My child,

Thinking of future perfection

Is, indeed, absurdity’s height.”

From:Sri Chinmoy,Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 2, Agni Press, 1998
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