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.

Excerpt from “My Flute” by  Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974