A poem by Sri Aurobindo
O Thou of whom I am the instrument, O secret Spirit and Nature housed in me, Let all my mortal being now be blent In Thy still glory of divinity.
I have given my mind to be dug Thy channel mind, I have offered up my will to be Thy will: Let nothing of myself be left behind In our union mystic and unutterable.
My heart shall throb with the world-beats of Thy love, My body become Thy engine for earth-use; In my nerves and veins Thy rapture's streams shall move; My thoughts shall be hounds of Light for Thy power to loose.
Keep only my soul to adore eternally And meet Thee in each form and soul of Thee.
Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)
NOTES FROM EDITOR
20 September 1939. Three handwritten manuscripts.
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