She is gone, the song within me stilled Leaf fall and life fall I retreat To inner silences, the year is killed That once had lived while she on soundless feet Walks above the brilliant tiers of space. Man is a mystery mask apparelled in skin, Structured bone beneath an aging face A starting point for spirit to begin The exploration of its divinity. In a changing dress the soul comes and goes, A waking as a conscious entity Suffers birth and death and all our worldly woes To fill the body-mind with greater breath Drawn from the wells of wonder and belief That knows defeat an outworn shibboleth And passes beyond our time-constructed grief To meet the Mother in Her house of light Bear Lord Sri Aurobindo' s delivering sight.
Poems Undated (1727)
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