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 into 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.
Image above (and on front-page mastheads): "Last Light Of July" by Scott Fisher.
Words above: "The Golden Light" by Sri Aurobindo, 8-8-1938, (revised 22-3-1944)
Reference: # 89 in "Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "Last Poems" - 11, published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry.