Scold me, my Lord, untiringly.
Insult me, my Lord, unreservedly.
But, my Lord, do not forget Your Boon.
You told me millions of years ago
That You would grant me the capacity
To love You sleeplessly;
Something more, unconditionally.
- Sri Chinmoy
Excerpt from: Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 3 by Sri Chinmoy, Copyright (c) 1900 by Sri Chinmoy – All rights reserved