The snow-trance-ray of the Mother has dawned
Upon my mind of night.No more can ruin me matter’s frown;
In me her priestess-mightFlames forth with emerald wing-delight
The jaws of the giant inaneDare not approach my mind and heart
With all their perilous bane.Through eternal Day I shall now march;
In me the infinite desire.The Mother’s swiftly gathering Light
Awakes my Spirit’s fire. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame-Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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