The eternal player

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(At the Tennis Court by the beach)

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.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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