MOKSHA

A giant earth-oblivion numbs the brain,

A stroke of trance making each limb fall loose

And narrow-hearted hungers crumble down!

The soul has broken through the walls of time,

The unlustred prison of the dreaming clay,

To a palace of imperishable gold—

No transient pauper day but shadowless dawn,

Eternal Truth's sun-gated infinite.

Sri Aurobindo's Comment

"It is mental throughout except the last line which has a touch of Higher Mind; but it is fine all the same. Quite up to the mark."

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