The Secret Splendour

Yoga of Sri Aurobindo

Not like a sky of scattered kindlings I come to you, Master!

Round the great sun that your Will is, held in my

heart's wide heaven,

Planet on planet bears life's varied movements like mirrors—

Wisdom-packed messengers twixt the deep gold and the

grey of the out-gaze,

Nine rhythms of deathless world- rapture born of a

silver silence,

Chariots of God-fire tirelessly rolling through

spaces of slumber—

And, in the Night of Nothing, three more soul-globes,

wheeling

Mysteries, nameless, lost to all save to the

all-seeing Sun-heart,

Waiting to break from the coil and clutch of the

infinite Dragon—

Twelve-fold being, spun as a unity, system of splendour,

 Flaming family ruled by love of that Truth-lighted Centre,

Offered in wholeness to One whose spirit is

harmony eternal!

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