Dwelling of the Lord

A subtle world few can feel or see

Of substance more discrete than organelles

Soaring up beyond infinity

The home where Lord Sri Aurobindo dwells.

Into His white domain He welcomed me

An aspirant and seeker of the Way,

A traveller towards veiled divinity,

A worshipper within this house of clay.

He greeted me with gentle soothing tone

And bade me sit by Him and then His hand ...

What blessings He conferred are still unknown

But I am His and this I understand –

If I but half-awake and visionless

Can feel His living force to rearrange

Our lives, what light descending here, what stress

Within the earth for purifying change?

By His descent nought shall be the same,

His truth within the earth is now instilled

That shall our violent natures cleanse and tame,

The golden age is come that He forewilled.