The Birth of the Infinite¹

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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.”

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— Chinmoy (1956)

From:Sri Chinmoy,Mridu-Di: my first and foremost mother of affection (Mridu Bhashini Devi), Agni Press, 1998
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