Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Thine Own

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #159

I am left as a blinded bard upon the world
The staff of will that props me was once
Thy hand that through Vrindavan had led
But now I wander this black expanse.

I once could gaze upon Thee by mere eye,
Need had I none for mind’s severe askesis,
Now in vain I climb thought’s empty sky
And Thou dost sternly elude even my muses.

The web of my songs I cast everywhere
Hoping to catch Thy heart by my melody,
But to my cry Thou art deafened in ear
Like I who sing ceaseless for Thee blindly.

Bar not my soul that hath become Thy songbird
For in it is Thine own rapture for Thee to be heard!

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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