17. THE MOTHER OF THE IMMORTAL BOON

(At the Distribution)

I dare not clasp thy Feet of lotus-light;

Thy Truth-bliss bursts upon my nature’s night.

The more I offer, the nearer Thee I find.

Now hushed in awe are the billows of my mind.

In me I find thy volcano bomb of Noon.

O Mother Supreme!

with thy boundless peerless Boon

Thy Spirit far-winging feeds my mind and heart.

A challenge am I to death’s tenebrous dart.


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