 We will be doing poems of sugarpindum. In some faint dawn, in some dim, Like a gist of light, like a dream of the light, Thou comes near and near to me. Who art thou the tamest? Who art thou the tamest? Bearing the occult name, Wings of evil darkness, eyes of an unborn flame, Like the August uprising of a forgotten sun, Out of the caverned midnight, fire trails of wonder run, Captured the heart renouncing, Thoughtness of passion-worn strings, Allows the wide-way sweetness of free supernal things, To the hilltops of silence, To the hilltops of silence, From over the infinite seas, Golden he came, armed with the flame, Looked on the world at his greatness, And passion must free. Island sun, I have sailed the golden ocean, And crossed the silver bar, I have reached the sun of knowledge, The earth sells midnight star, Its fields of flaming vision, Its mountains of bare might, Its peaks of fiery rapture, Its air of absolute light, Its seas of self-oblivion, Its veils of tightened rest, Become my soul's domain, Its island of the blessed. Alone with God and silence, Timeless it lived in time, Life was a fugue of music, Thought was truth's ardent rhyme, The light was still around me, When I came back to earth, Bringing the immortal's knowledge Into man's cave of birth. Bright as the fire, Bright as the fire, Clossed me now close, Bright as the fire, I have shed the bloom Of the earthly rose, I have slain desire. Beauty of the light, Surround my life, Beauty of the light, I have sacrificed longing, And parted from grief, I can bear thy delight. Image of ecstasy, Thrill and enlace, Image of bliss, I would see only thy marvelous face, Feel only thy kiss. Voice of infinity, Sound in my heart, Call of the one, Stamp there thy radiance, Never depart, O living Son. The bird of God in his blue, Divinely high and clear, I sing the notes of the sweet And the true, For the God's and the Sheriff's ear, I rise like a fire From the mortal's earth, Into a grifless sky, And drop in the suffering soil Of his birth, Fire seeds of ecstasy, My penance soar Beyond time and space, Into unfading light, I bring the bliss Of the Eternal's face, And the boon of the Spirit's sight, I measure the world with my ruby eyes, I have perched on wisdom's steam, Thonged with the blossoms of paradise, By the streams of eternity. Nothing is hid from my burning heart, My mind is sureless and still, My song is rapturous mystic art, My flight immortal will, Golden light, Thy golden light came down into my brain, And the gray rooms of mine, Sand touch became a bright reply To wisdom's awkward play, A calm illumination and a flame, Thy golden light came down into my throat, And all my speech is now a tuned wine, A pee and 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 grown a temple where thou art, And all his passions point toward only thee, Thy golden light came down into my feet, My earth is now thy playfield and thy seat. In the blue of the sky, In the green of the forest, Whose is the hand that has painted the glow? When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether, Who was it roused them and bathed them to blow? He is lost in the heart, In the cavern of nature, He is found in the brain, Where he builds up the thought, In the pattern and bloom of the flowers he is woven, In the luminous net of stars he is caught, In the strength of a man, In the beauty of woman, In the laugh of a boy, In the blush of a girl, The man that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven, Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl. These are his works and his veils and his shadows, But where is he then by what name is he known? Is he Brahma or Vishnu, a man or a woman, Bodied or bodiless, twin or alone? We have love for a boy who is dark and resplendent. A woman is Lord of us, naked and fierce. We have seen him amuse on the snow of the mountains. We have watched him at work in the heart of the spheres. We will tell the whole world of his ways and his cunning. He has fracture of torture and passion and pain. He delights in our sorrow and drives us to weeping, Then lures with his joy and his beauty again. All music is only the sound of his laughter, All beauty, the smile of his passionate bliss. Our lives are his heartbeats, our rapture, The bridle of Radha and Krishna. Our love is their kiss. He's strength that is loud in the glare of the trumpets. And he rides in the car, and he strikes in the spheres. He slays without stint and is full of compassion. He wars for the world in its ultimate years. In the sweep of the worlds, in the surge of the ages, Ineptible, mighty, majestic and pure. Beyond the last pinnacle seized by the thinker, He is thrown in his seats that forever endure. The master of man and his infinite lover, He is close to our hearts, had we vision to see. We are blind with our pride and the pomp of our passions. We are bound in our thoughts where we hold ourselves free. It is he and the sun who is ageless and deathless, Into the midnight his shadow is drawn. When darkness was blind and engulfed within darkness, He was seated within it, immense and alone. The war began. It is by its goal, a touch that brings the divine hold. Hill after hill was climbed and now we hold the last tremendous brow and the great rock that none step and all. We shall invoke with Gayatri Mantra of Sri Aurobindo and all are welcome to join. Before we begin, Adi will give us the meaning in English. Let us meditate on the most auspicious form of Savatri, On the light of the Supreme which shall illumine us with the truth. Satya Nadeepaye Saviturva Jo Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Nadeepaye Satya Nadeepaye Saviturvi Parasyadeemahi Yannam Satya Nadeepaye Satya Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Nadeepaye Satya Nadeepaye Satya Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Nadeepaye Satya Saviturva Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Asya Deemahi Jo Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Nadeepaye Satya Asya Deemahi Yannam Satya Nadeepaye Satya Asya Deemahi