The key to my own soul-home
I have lost.
Therefore, I am a beggar.
The key to the world's body-cave
I have found.
Therefore, I am unquestionably great.
The key to the God-source
I am.
Therefore, God treasures me.
Poem By: Sri Chinmoy
All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.(Jorge Luis Borge)
The key to my own soul-home
I have lost.
Therefore, I am a beggar.
The key to the world's body-cave
I have found.
Therefore, I am unquestionably great.
The key to the God-source
I am.
Therefore, God treasures me.
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