2. SRI AUROBINDOThy vast of bliss enfolds our mortal sheaths,
Thy smile from eternity unlids our eyes.
the Flame that hymns of creation new,
Thy Blaze transmutes our poison-paradise.
Who dares to love thy diamond Heart of love?
Lover of the self-same stupendous Soul —
Within, without a world of nectar’s flood
Sporting with thy ever-unhorizoned whole.
Out of a marvel process of time-toil
Thy gnostic Sun flowers in the gloom of earth.
The clay is not a dream, a chimera’s mist —
In Thee she shall awake to golden birth.
Sri Chinmoy, Flame Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955