28. APOCALYPSE

Within, without the cosmos wide am I;

In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.

A birthless deathless Spirit that moves and is still

Ever abides within to hear my call.


I who create on earth my joys and doles

To fulfil my matchless quest in all my play,

I veil my face of truth with golden hues

And see the serpent night and python day.


A consciousness of bliss I feel in each breath,

I am the self-amorous child of the Sun.

At will I break and build my symbol sheath

And freely enjoy the world's unshadowed fun.


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