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Since I forgot to beg my alms yesterday,
I am hungry and weak today,
And as I am hungry and weak today,
I could not beg my alms for tomorrow,
What tomorrow will bring to me,
I do not know, I do not care,
Yet within this uncertainty,
I am contented and gratified,
Filled and overwhelmed,
That you chose me to be like this,
Overfilling my heart with love for you,
And my soul thirsty dry for your love,
And in this joy alone,
I die everynight crying for your love,
And I born everyday for to love you once more,
In a new way, in a new day.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha

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