Sri Aurobindo28

Thy vast of bliss enfolds our mortal sheaths,
Thy smile from Eternity unlids our eyes.
O Thou!
the Flame that hymns of creation new,
Thy Blaze transmutes our poison-paradise.

Who dares to love Thy diamond Heart of love?
Lover of the self-same stupendous Soul —
Within, without a world of nectar's flood
Sporting with Thy ever-unhorizoned whole.

Out of a marvel process of time-toil
Thy gnostic Sun flowers in the gloom of earth.
The clay is not a dream, a chimera's mist —
In Thee she shall awake to golden birth.

SAI 28. (1955)