Thy vast of bliss enfolds our mortal sheaths,

Thy smile from eternity unlids our eyes.

O Thou!

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.

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