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