69. It steals into my heart
There was a time when I lovedThe fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based on culled fictions.
There was a time
When I was satisfied
With a fragment of reality,
Splintered, broken and smashed.
But now a lucid illumination
Steals into my heart.
The eternal Presence
Of Infinity’s Light
Feeds my Vision’s Dawn.
Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 2, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
