Her nose
At every pause She breathes an endless streamOf dolorous air out from the gulfs of earth,
And exhales a boundless sea of wide new birth
From her bosom's solitudes of golden dream.
A day shall come when all will be drunk with the Sun;
Drunk with the hues of ecstasy and light
Our heart shall brave the stalwart Titan-night.
Our body's all, Her height's dominion.
Sri Chinmoy, The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
