350. I saw the burial
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 cried
Because
What I really had,
What I really claimed
As my own,
Was my sole tiny heart.
Sri Chinmoy, The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
