Canto 49Moments
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
Pondicherry, c. 1927–1947
The Bliss of Brahman
I am swallowed in a foam-white sea of bliss,
I am a curving wave of God’s delight,
5A shapeless flow of happy passionate light,
A whirlpool of the streams of Paradise.
I am a cup of His felicities,
A thunderblast of His golden ecstasy’s might,
A fire of joy upon creation’s height;
10I am His rapture’s wonderful abyss.
I am drunken with the glory of the Lord,
I am vanquished by the beauty of the Unborn;
I have looked alive on the Eternal’s face.
My mind is cloven by His radiant sword,
15My heart by His beatific touch is torn,
My life is a meteor-dust of His flaming Grace.
Moments
If perfect moments on the peak of things,
These tops of knowledge, greatness, ecstasy,
20Are only moments, this too enough might be.
I have put on the rapid flaming wings
Of souls whom the Ignorance black-robed Nature brings
And the frail littleness of mortality
Can bind not always. A high sovereignty
25Makes them awhile creation’s radiant kings.
These momentary upliftings of the soul
Prepare the spirit’s glorious permanence.
The peace of God, a mighty transience,
Is now my spirit’s boundless atmosphere.
30All parts are gathered into a timeless whole;
All moments blaze in an eternal year.