Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Typal Trials

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #352

How gravely the dawn didst greet
The waking eye with news of loss,
Gone a clause of the mortal contract,
Am now poorer in my human dross.

Hollow grows the embodied shape,
A mere name in time wandering
Like a living ghost or a secret hope
Awaiting its moment of flowering.

How many more typal trials yet remain,
Arjuna’s quandary on battlefield fatal
Or doom bestowed by Abhimanyu’s own
Or even Satprem’s woe we can’t equal?

Stay, O Sire, Thy sterner hand,
That Thou art Ānanda too I must remind.

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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