Divine, Barefoot

Sonnet

O barefoot Divine, immeasurable measure of worlds,
Swift and sudden Thy retribution of love.
By a sweet pang of Thee my heart is,
All eternity lived in Thy endless curve.

Thy first measure, the universe endless became,
My thought captive of Thee grew infinite:
Thy light and joy my spirit’s inherent rhythm,
In worlds here and beyond.

Thy second measure, Thyself nude and formless,
My mind became a sacred syllable of Thee.
All forms art Thou, myriad and myriad-less,
A Dionysian joy wanting to be.

Thy third measure, O Thou ineffable;
All of I measured by Thy delight integral!

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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.