Remembrance of the Heart

If the remembrance of the heart remains

When mind is swept away in whirls of thought

And the vital is enamoured of itself,

If the thread of higher consciousness is caught

It is enough, we shall outlast time.

The mighty and the fallen and the proud

All enter through the selfsame door at birth

And when the furrows of our lives are ploughed

The grains of small accomplishments are sown

And reaped the meagre harvest of our days

We all leave at the last through death's small door

And venture into unknown realms of space.

But those who keep upon their lips the Name

Smooth passage find to islands of the blessed,

The heart remembered so the Lord shall lead

The soul to its appointed place of rest.