While passing through Sri Aurobindo's Room³³

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No more the tempest howls upon my mind;

Thy emerald shower descends and hugs my soul.

I tear my ire and pride and black despair.

I view the quintessence of the world's flood-peace

Around Thy trance-bound couch majestic, sweet.

Thy august Voice, in each hush-gap, declares,

"O son of the All, in you the Infinite.

I now unveil the truth that of Nectar-Bliss

You all are bloomed, in Bliss you dwell and retire

In her colossal core when your play is done."

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From:Chinmoy,Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997
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