“
A wandering hand of pale enchanted light
That glowed along a fading moment’s brink,
Fixed with gold panel and opalescent hinge
A gate of dreams ajar on mystery’s verge…
The darkness failed and slipped like a falling cloak
From the reclining body of a god.
Then through the pallid rift that seemed at first
Hardly enough for a trickle from the suns,
Outpoured the revelation and the flame…
A message from the unknown immortal Light
Ablaze upon creation’s quivering edge,
Dawn bui
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― Reading Sri Aurobindo
― Reading Sri Aurobindo
