Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

All The Mar

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #109

Ah, what lack is in Thy repertoire of infinity
Like a black spot mars the glorious sun-face,
For all Thy marvellous sublime subtlety
Harbouring on Thy edifice this dull dross.

What reluctance pauses Thy hallowed lips
That once uttered the all-creative Word,
Now it’s pressed tight by an adamance
Pretending my pleas were never heard!

What makes Thee pitch Thy vastness
Against my insignificant meagre speck,
How will I ever outwit Thy immanence
When all of me is of Thy sole make!

Ah, but it now belated dawns on me,
It is I who is all the mar that is in Thee!

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Mahesh CR

Mahesh CR

Hi, I am Mahesh CR, Founder @tataatsu. I walk the borderlands between technology & spirituality. Follow @kalisbrood for Spirituality & Hinduism related topics