Romen's Thy Word (Click for RY Deshpande's & Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

From the crags of the sun descends the bird
With a distant word
Breaking the din of time with its sweep
Sublime, unheard.

Like a flash of gnostic ray its leap
Is the flood from the sleep
Unreachable horizons of delight
Breaking earth’s sleep.

With quick voiceless passion of might
The cascade of light
Resealing secrecies far unfound
From god’s pure height.

Thy word becomes the hidden sound
Echo unbound
From the sovereign infinite
Midday crowned.

12 October 1958