13. THE ETERNAL PLAYER

(At the Tennis Court by the beach)

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I am Thy offspring blue, god of the sea;

With my descending surge I bow to Thee,

And feel, O Player eternal!

thy Game divine

Blessing the human souls that round Thee shine.

Each “stroke” of Thine awakes a swift-eyed rose

Of surrender-light to hush our earth-billows

Of time-built ignorance, O mighty Power!

Thy “service” bestows on dust an immortal shower.

Thy golden Hand’s outward and inward “swings”

Show in thy Body how Spirit’s Creation springs. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame-Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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