O Father,from the garden of the dawn I pluck blossoms of light as offerings at Thy feet.
May the shooting star of my love gloriously race across the dark skies of my long obliviousness of Thee.
Forget me not,though I forget Thee.Remember me ,though I remember Thee not.-Sri Sri Paramahansa Yogananda
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