The occult seeker into the open came: He heard the far and touched the intangible, He gazed into the future and the unseen; He used the powers earth-instruments cannot use, A pastime made of the impossible; He caught up fragments of the Omniscient’s thought, He scattered formulas of omnipotence. Thus man in his little house made of earth’s dust Grew towards an unseen heaven of thought and dream Looking into the vast vistas of his mind On a small globe dotting infinity. At last climbing a long and narrow stair He stood alone on the high roof of things And saw the light of a spiritual sun. Aspiring he transcends his earthly self; He stands in the largeness of his soul new-born, Redeemed from encirclement by mortal things And moves in a pure free spiritual realm As in the rare breath of a stratosphere; A last end of far lines of divinity, He mounts by a frail thread to his high source; He reaches his fount of immortality, He calls the Godhead into his mortal life. SRI AUROBINDO
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 16:36:41 +0000
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