I saw the burial of my body.
I laughed and laughed.I saw the burial of my vital.
I laughed and laughed.I saw the burial of my mind.
I laughed and laughed.I saw the burial of my heart.
I cried and criedBecause
What I really had,What I really claimed
As my own,Was my sole tiny heart.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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