18. WHILE PASSING THROUGH SRI AUROBINDO’S ROOM

No more the tempest howls upon my mind;
Thy emerald shower descends and hugs my soul.
I tear my ire and pride and black despair.
I view the quintessence of the world’s flood-peace
Around thy trance-bound couch majestic, sweet.
Thy august Voice, in each hush-gap, declares,
“O son of the All, in you the Infinite.
I now unveil the truth that of Nectar-Bliss
You all are bloomed, in Bliss you dwell and retire
In her colossal core when your play is done.”

Sri Chinmoy, Flame Waves.First published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram in 1955.

This is the th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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