O my mind-song,
I have sung you many, many times.
I am now bored.
I now want to unlearn you.
O my heart-song,
I have not sung you even once.
I am now all eagerness.
I am now crying and dying to learn you.
- Sri Chinmoy
Excerpt from: Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 6 by Sri Chinmoy, Copyright (c) 1900 by Sri Chinmoy – All rights reserved