Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

Who But Thee

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #359

Of what aid is strenuous virtue or bleeding vice
When at Thy whim like waves they rise and fall,
What is deadening sloth or flurry of works
When all is manifested at Thy beck and call?!

Of what use a paltry mind at this enormity
That looms upon our pittance like a Titan
Who marches upon the hours stridently
And casts our lives in a whirlwind’s den?

To the plank of soul we fervently cling
Through the bellowing events that roar
And crash upon the borders of our being,
Oh who but Thee can lead us ashore?

The reins are all Thine, Thine all the forces,
It it not the hour to receive Thy graces?

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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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