54. I am an idiotI 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.
Sri Chinmoy, Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998