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.”


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