'Shiva'

I just read this last night in a book of poems by Sri Aurobindo.


Shiva
A sonnet by Sri Aurobindo

On the white summit of eternity
  A single Soul of bare infinities,
  Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peace
His mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy.
But, touched by an immense delight to be,
  He looks across unending depths and sees
  Musing amid the inconscient silences
The Mighty Mother's dumb felicity.

Half now awake she rises to his glance;
  Then, moved to circling by her heart-beats' will,
    The rhythmic worlds describe that passion-dance.
Life springs in her and Mind is born; her face
  She lifts to Him who is Herself, until
   The Spirit leaps into the Spirit's embrace.