Call of the Flute

Soft by my side and calm she lay

Warm against the driving rain

That chilled the heart of the waking day

And I knew we'd not go back again,

To a life half-conscious, half-aware

Half-lost in the finite dreams of earth

With the psychic being standing there

And the hour come of the soul's rebirth.

Now with the call of a crystal flute

The moment arrives and shall not flee,

Silent and in the silence mute

We will to set the caged birds free

To fly to Her feet and there alight

In Her golden ray upborne from Night.

As I sat in the chair lightly dozing, resting from a night of little sleep, these words came to me. I felt as they descended, Sri Aurobindo's love and tenderness enveloping me and thought that if I could only keep his face before me in sleep and in waking, somehow I would arrive.

These lines again seemed to be for Mary Helen.