Selection from Savitri

  At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,
  In their slow round the cycles turn to her call;
  Alone her hands can change Time's dragon base.
  Hers is the mystery the Night conceals;
  The spirit's alchemist energy is hers;
  She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.
  The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
  A power of silence in the depths of God;
  She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
  The magnet of our difficult ascent,
  The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
  The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
  The joy that beckons from the Impossible,
  The Might of all that never yet came down.
  All Nature dumbly call to her alone
  To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
  And break the seals on the dim soul of man
  And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things.
  All here shall be one day her sweetness's home,
  All contraries prepare her harmony;
  Towards her our knowledge climbs, our passion gropes,
  In her miraculous rapture we shall dwell,
  Her clasp will turn to ecstasy our pain.
  Our self shall be one self with all throug her.
  In her confirmed because transformed in her,
  Our life shall find in its fulfilled response
  Above, the boundless hushed beatitudes,
  Below, the wonder of the embrace divine.

- Sri Aurobindo


Let us give joy to all for joy is ours. - Sri Aurobindo