Seven Raptures

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Seven Raptures

Poem

For the throb of raptures seven,
On earth even as in heaven,
Is made thy tenement of body
And happy close of soul-story.

A fervent disciple to thy Perceptor,
To obediently follow God thy Teacher.

Open ever to paternal oversight
Of God thy Father of immortal might.

To dwell as infant sans ability
With God thy Mother, the feminine divinity.

In thy trials the comforting hand
Of God thy only beneficent Friend.

In all the sport of the world
Thy Comrade and Playfellow to behold.

Servitude of all thyself
To thy Master beyond sorrow and grief.

Thy heart’s perennial rapture
To its Lord and thy Paramour.

Seven are the fires, seven the grades,
That a soul in body forever aspires.

Note: An attempt to render the primary idea of Sri Aurobindo’s aphorism below in verse.