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, 19 October 2003