Shri Mataji wrote this poem aged seven.
I want to be smaller,
Like a dust particle
Which moves with the wind.
It goes everywhere.
Can go
Sit on the head of a king,
Or can go
And fall at the feet of someone.
And it can go
And sit everywhere.
But I want to be a particle of dust
That is fragrant,
That is nourishing,
That is enlightening.
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