9.11.2024 Sri Aurobindo, Mother, I come A mendicant before Thy feet. I know I have been bothersome Burdening Thee by my retreat Into the realms of the evil one Who traps the soul in lethal games, Obscuring from its sight the sun Of radiance and the flames Of Agni constrained within, Willfully unable to rise Into those celestial skies, But now in offering he prays For progress in the humble ways.
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