780. Sick of it

Mind, be still!

I am sick of your wild restlessness.

Heart, be pure!

I am sick of your vast impurity.

Soul, be certain!

I am sick of your constant uncertainty.


From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 16, Agni Press, 1974
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