We are an instinct driven race And ignorant mind cannot recall Even a faint and lingering trace Of all we lost in the fall From heights supreme in our descent To earth the chosen of the Lord And all the bliss the Godhead meant When he brought to men the Word. Now the greatest Force has come Preparing us for Beauty's reign Will all align or simply some Who seek not outward worldly gain.
For Sri Aurobindo Sadhana Peetham
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