Bird of Paradise
A bird that never flies away.
The heavens were once to me my natural home, I too have wandered in star-jewelled groves, Paced sun-gold pastures and moon-silver swards And heard the harping laughter of their streams And lingered under branches dropping myrrh; I too have revelled in the fields of light Touched by the ethereal raiment of the winds, Thy wonder-rounds of music I have trod, Lived in the rhyme of bright unlabouring thoughts, I have beat swift harmonies of rapture vast, Danced in spontaneous measures of the soul The great and easy dances of the gods.
O fragrant are the lanes thy children walk And lovely is the memory of their feet Amid the wonder-flowers of Paradise: A heavier tread is mine, a mightier touch.
Sri Aurobindo, Savitri - II: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation
Orange-red, pale green
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