The golden Light
Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom´s occult plane,
A calm illumination and a flame.
Thy golden Light came down into my throat,
And all my speech is now a tune divine,
A paean-song of thee my single note;
My words are drunk with the Immortal´s wine.
Thy golden Light came down in my heart
Smiting my life with Thy eternity;
Now has it grown a temple where Thou art
And all its passions point towards only Thee.
Thy golden Light came down into my feet:
My earth is now thy playfield and thy seat.
I have thrown from me the whirling dance of mind
And stand now in the spirit´s silence free;
Timeless and deathless beyond creature-kind,
The center of my own eternity.
I have escaped and the small self is dead;
I am immortal, alone, ineffable;
I have gone out from the universe I made,
And have grown nameless and immeasurable.
My mind is hushed in a wide and endless light,
My heart a solitude of delight and peace,
My sense unsnared by touch and sound and sight,
My body a point in white infinities.
I am the one Being´s sole immobile Bliss:
No one I am, I who am all that is.
Sri Aurobindo. (1872-1950) Philosopher, poet, spiritual master born in India. Text taken from: Poems of Sri Aurobindo. Bilingual edition. Sri Aurobindo Foundation Barcelona. 2004