Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Make Home

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #363

Far recedes the thousand-voiced world,
Faint grows the murmur of many cares,
On some hidden perch I seem seated
Watching this retreating wave of forms.

Oh who is it breathing it all in,
The joys and cares back to the source
Leaving me empty and pristine
Like a new-born sleeping simply is?

Like a weather-worn fresco on time’s wall
Some traces of an old outline yet remain,
To what end all moves who can tell,
Save Thee by whom all this is done.

O Thou who embarked me on the human cycle,
Make home by Thy feet for my wearied soul.




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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