The Winds of Wonder

Her Love

There is no infinity

Wider than her love.

Even if you touch

The edge of the bluemost,

Or turn inward the eye’s sight,

You cannot reach the bounds

Where her gold-fires burn.

The overflowing sun

Is her splendour’s dream;

The deep currents of the sea

Are the calm passions

Of her measureless force.

When by faith the mountains move,

Or the sky is full of sounds,

It is the rush of her delight;

Of the southern wind’s gust,

Or the hurry of the stream,

Her sweetness is the source.

Featured Image Bonfire at Auroville “Where her gold-fires burn”.