Overhead Poetry

Apotheosis

Spurning the narrow cities of your mind,

Climb to the turquoise dome of distances

Where Nature's spirit wears a measureless crown—

The unwalled glory of some Tartar day,

The inscrutable puissance of a Negro night.

There every straining mood brims infinite,

An all-submerging primal mystery,

A waveless ocean of omnipotent ease—

Or like all heaven's truth-core flames the will!

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"The Tartar day and Negro night have vividness and power; the other lines are very fine poetry. As a whole, the Higher Mind with a touch of Illumination."

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