Sri Aurobindo when shall I break free Of body, mind and ego's treachery, Of all these thousand shackles self-imposed And all within that still lies locked and closed.
Have aspiration's embers cooled to ash Does sorrow suck the marrow of my soul Am I the flesh for flagellation's lash Limping towards some masochistic goal?
Or is this but a stage where Death, the king Of nothingness has caught me in his snare, Who joys in loss inflicting with his sting A haunting grief that borders on despair.
I know that I am Thine, my path assured When Mother lit the flame long years ago, Why then this stagnant space where I'm immured All progress stilled or maddeningly slow.
The dark night of the soul must come to all Who seek to realize a birth in light And patiently await the ego's fall, Release the soul upon its Godward flight
That all in us may change, be deified, Transformed this vale of suffering and pain, For which the avatars took birth and died And earth become the Truth's supreme domain.
Poems Undated (1727)
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