There was a time
When I loved you,
O my thought-world.
But now I love
The beauty of a silence-mind
And
The purity of a gratitude-heart.
Sri Chinmoy, Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 9, Agni Press, 1981
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.