22. Visions of the emerald Beyond
No more am I the foolish customerOf a dry, sterile, intellectual breeze.
I shall buy only
The weaving visions of the emerald Beyond.
My heart-tapestry
Shall capture the Himalayan Smiles
Of my Pilot Supreme.
In the burial of my sunken mind
Is the revival of my climbing heart.
In the burial of my deceased mind
Is the festival of my all-embracing life.
Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 1, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
