I remember
I hovered above the body that had held me bound
seconds back. What I see amuses me, hits me hard, pleases me, yes, all these by
sudden turns.
My folks gather around the body. If they could know I
am around and am observing them as well as reading their minds they would all
be embarrassed! It is better they don’t know.
‘Kratho smara, Kritham smara’ the sonorous chanter
chants. ‘Remember O Mind, remember thy deeds’. Yea, it is time I do that. I’ve
had enough watching people all over the world. Now to ponder and decide. Now or never. I barely have the time. The
countdown to whatever lies ahead has already started.
My life! Have I done justice to it? Good deeds? Yes
many. Mistakes? Yes, many. Ah, some it shames to think even now. Regrets?
Hardly any. Though it seems now that some things could have been done better.
Ah, if I had remembered that this would come! Come on, no more sighing over spilt
milk! Any hatred carried over? Past hurts read like a story in this book called
mind. It is not me. It is something I read to enjoy crying. Love. That is the
only feeling I feel now. Ah, these kids! Even these old men who have forgotten
death and busy themselves with trifles! Pity that they don’t do better wells in
me. Then I smile. I was no better. Just a thing more! Will they call the
doctors to take the eyes and the organs? Ah, I can see the hospital ambulance starting
miles away. Unto thee Mother of all love, I yield. Amen!
Swami Sampurnananda,