Prayer to Sri Aurobindo - Dec. 3, 1969

Aurobindo, name of all the longing of my soul,

Visionary of the timeless vasts whose massive rhythms

Call me and whose waves of endless beauty pour a joy

On time's deceptions. Long has my spirit wandered lone and lost

In the hollow fields of Night with small and fragile spark of flame;

Calling to Thee whose Hand would guide my erring blinded steps,

My stumbling, restless pace and lead me if I once could give

The sacrificial offering of all that now denies,

Recalcitrant, and weaves its endless dreams of misery,

Duality, forsaking Thee in momentary frauds

And solitary exultations of an errant life

That long I've led but now renounce; this guileful, small, encrusted

Soul negating individuality of Self.