Poems of Narad

Prayer to Sri Aurobindo

Dec. 3, 1969

Aurobindo, name of all the longing of my soul,
Visionary of the timeless vasts whose massive rhythms
Call me and whose waves of endless beauty pour a joy
On time's deceptions. Long has my spirit wandered lone and lost
In the hollow fields of Night with small and fragile spark of flame;
Calling to Thee whose Hand would guide my erring blinded steps,
My stumbling, restless pace and lead me if I once could give
The sacrificial offering of all that now denies,
Recalcitrant, and weaves its endless dreams of misery,
Duality, forsaking Thee in momentary frauds
And solitary exultations of an errant life
That long I've led but now renounce; this guileful, small, encrusted
Soul negating individuality of Self.