Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

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Poem — An Invocation To The Master #356

From the day’s hours I do gather
Meaning like a bee does honey,
For this measly drop I do labour
Hour upon hour relentlessly.

Doth my soul distil my deeds
And bring Thee a residue fine,
My acts be unto the cosmos
A minuscule motif of Thy plan?

I know not if am not or even if I am,
For all is only as a figment of Thy dream.

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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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