Sri Aurobindo

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The Birth of the Infinite

(5 a.m., August 15th, 1872)

The golden dawn of the cosmos, rapt in trance,

Awaits the Birth of the All.

The seven worlds' bliss converges in her heart

With august and sun-vast call.

Slowly the Peak unmeasured of rapture-fire

Climbs down to our human cry.

His diamond Vision's deathless Will leans low,

Our mortal yearnings nigh.

Suddenly life's giant somnolence is stirred.

His all-embracing Wing

Declares, "I come to end your eyeless fear.

To Me alone now cling!

"No fleeting dreams your teeming births do trace.

Now own My infinite Bloom.

In Me the flood of Immortality!

Nowhere shall be your doom." ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997
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