Our words become the natural speech of Truth, Each thought is a ripple on a sea of Light. Then sin and virtue leave the cosmic lists; They struggle no more in our delivered hearts: Our acts chime with God's simple natural good Or serve the rule of a supernal Right. All moods unlovely, evil and untrue Forsake their stations in fierce disarray And hide their shame in the subconscient's dusk. Then lifts the mind a cry of victory: O soul, my soul, we have created Heaven, Within we have found the kingdom here of God, His fortress built in a loud ignorant world. Our life is entrenched between two rivers of Light, We have turned space into a gulf of peace And made the body a Capitol of bliss. What more, what more, if more must still be done? In the slow process of the evolving spirit, In the brief stade between a death and birth A first perfection's stage is reached at last; Out of the wood and stone of our nature's stuff A temple is shaped where the high gods could live. Even if the struggling world is left outside One man's perfection still can save the world. There is won a new proximity to the skies, A first betrothal of the Earth to Heaven, A deep concordat between Truth and Life: A camp of God is pitched in human time. An excerpt from CANTO FIVE [[Sri Aurobindo]]