Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16

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Each undivine thought

Is an insect

That has come to destroy

The most beautiful flowers

In your heart-garden.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16, Agni Press, New York, 1999
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