Like the Tree I shall bow down.

Like the mountain I shall forgive and keep my head high.

Like the mother I shall allways remain awake.

Like the heart I shall always worship.

A confidence- heart and an assurance-mind

Are undoubtedly two immortal

Boons from above to humanity

You can transform

The hurtful pressures of your life

Into delightful pleasures

Just by telling yourself

That the world around you can easily exist

And even prosper

Without you.

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From ‘Wings of Joy’  by Sri Chinmoy

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