Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

To What End

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #237

A new sun charts its course in me
Over the inner sky that slowly unveils,
Its patterns of movement I can’t see,
Yet the outer solar rounds it eclipses.

A new moon hath opened its face
And in my mind’s night it doth appear,
It shines as a muse luminous,
Silent, serene and loftily austere.

Strange tides rise and fall within,
Many sights and voices visit and go,
I seem poised on being’s margin,
To what end all moves I don’t yet know.

O Thou who doth helm my soul’s journeys
Keep me away from the inconsequential shores!




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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