Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Anomaly

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #360

My reed is hollowed, worn out by the passing hours,
The ego’s banner of agency stands tattered,
Who or what in me doth the lingering deeds cause
Is not evident yet or perhaps to be hid condemned.

Like a leaf severed from the world tree I drift
Through this whirl of time and space helpless,
My end be soil prone or heaven august I know not,
Yet I venture these roads of unknown purpose.

What titan or demon has framed my quandary
Like the first cell of life with mind burgeoning,
To feel all the coruscation of thought covertly
And yet be mute the apparatus of sense lacking.

O Thou, Conductor of the heavens and earth below,
Make us not an anomaly that is unravelling slow.

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Inevitable Word is a pedestal for the newer forms of Poetry, Prose and literary Criticism. It is an attempt to bring into every manuscript the inevitable word and expression of the Spirit, as may be found in the Vedas, and more prominently, in the works of Sri Aurobindo.

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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

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