Even the smallest meanest work became A sweet or glad and glorious sacrament.
July 03, 2005
Because thou art, men yield not to their doom,
But ask for happiness and strive with fate;
Because thou art, the wretched still can hope.
[Sri Aurobindo, Savitri: 7.4.507]
Because thou art in him, man hopes and dares
Because thou art, men’s soul can climb the heavens
And walk like gods in the presence of the Supreme.
[Sri Aurobindo, Savitri: 7.4.513]
Because thou art, the soul draws near to God:
Because thou art, love grows in spite of hate
And knowledge walks unslain in the pit of night.
[Sri Aurobindo, Savitri: 7.4.520]
Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss
My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee;
It bears Thy mystic touch in all that is
And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy….
Time voyages with Thee upon its prow –
And all the future’s passionate hope is Thou.
[Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems: 154]
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