54. I am an idiot

I know I am an idiot true.

In the growing clouds my hopeful feet,

Hands flung skywards for the blue stars.

My throes no sun, no moon, shall greet.

I had a dream, a real dream:

God would bury Himself to live

In human ignorance hungry and black,

To human death His Soul He’d give.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
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