86. I remember

I remember ...
My mother loved me, her world.
My father loved me, his dream.
My home loved me, its “supreme”.

I remember ...
I prayed with the blooming dawn,
I played with the glowing sun.
My life, the nectar-fun.

I remember ...
I sang with the twinkling stars,
I danced with the floating moon.
All lost, alas, too soon.

I remember, I remember, I remember.

Sri Chinmoy, My Flute.First published by Agni Press in 1972.

This is the 11th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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