O Height beyond the heights,

O Deep beyond the deeps, Thou art still!

Mother of Light supreme!

We feel not thy flaming breath of Will.

To raze our million lies,

To reveal the Spirit's cosmic task

Thy vast apocalypse

In secret dwells in our nature's dusk.

O Queen of zenith unseen!

The Play of Death within Thee ends.

The Sun, thy golden child,

Upon the world's nakedness descends.

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