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.


From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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