ASCENT

A nectar-dew falls glimmering from the Unknown

To wake the shadowless seed of mystic love

Lost in the blind abysses of the brain.

A memory stirs the locked immensity—

An occult creative Eye now yearns afar.

Dreams upward through a gilded sky of mind,

The hard deceiving dome of a false heaven,

To an infinite ether of apocalypt blue.

Then slowly breaks on hyalines of hush

A white rumour of flames and fragrances,

A vast virginity kindles above time.

The lotus of the soul has lifted high

A million rapturous petal-arms to clasp

The secret of a sempiternal sun.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"All from the illumined mind—only some fines more intensely illumined than others, but all fine."

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