12. THE MOTHER OF THE ETERNAL DAWN

(At the Balcony)

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The aspiration-fire in our breast abides

To seize, O Mother!

thy eyes’ ascending surge.

In vain ends not our longing’s secret urge;

In silence we wait to see where thy Spirit hides.

To Thee is known our nature’s hurrying course;

Our mortal sight pines for thy deathless Will.

Mother, turn faster our evolving wheel,

This truth we know — thy boundless Love, thy Force.

With groping mind for guide, we can but fall;

Through infinite pangs we come to Thee at last.

With nectared bliss our heart’s long thirst is past.

Yet vagrant thoughts make us a brittle doll.

O golden Fount of All!

Thy Dawn sublime

Shall lead all souls beyond the clutch of Time.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame-Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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