507. O my mind-songO my mind-song,
I have sung you many, many times.
I am now bored.
I now want to unlearn you.
O my heart-song,
I have not sung you even once.
I am now all eagerness.
I am now crying and dying to learn you.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 6, Agni Press, 1979