The Avatar - Sri Aurobindo

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He blesses with his feet our wayward dust,

Wide and welcoming are his silent arms

And the depths of his endless grace unfathomable.

Speaking at once as Poet Divine and Supreme

He calls as with a haunting silver flute

Sounding through the ignorance of our night,

Its liquid notes alluring the wakening soul

To heights still undiscovered, vistas new

And grandeurs of a paradisal world

Descending to the plane of human sight.

He calls our souls to climb, our mortal ears

To hear, our hearts to open endlessly,

Our feet to set upon the golden path,

Forsaking ego's provenance of might,

Desire and its partnership with greed,

Remembrance of our human joys and griefs,

To stand unclothed of all our earthly sins

And forward walk towards the beacon light.