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Sri Aurobindo On Renunciation
April 9, 2017
Sri Aurobindo On Renunciation
There are things which were beneficial, helpful, which seemed perhaps at one time the one thing desirable, and yet once their work is done, once they are attained, they become obstacles and even hostile forces when we are called to advance beyond them.
There are desirable states of the soul which it is dangerous to rest in after they have been mastered, because then we do not march on to the wider kingdoms of God beyond.
Even divine realisations must not be clung to, if they are not the divine realisation in its utter essentiality and completeness. We must rest at nothing less than the All, nothing short of the utter transcendence.
And if we can thus be free in the spirit, we shall find out all the wonder of God’s workings; we shall find that in inwardly renouncing everything we have lost nothing.
“By all this abandoned thou shalt come to enjoy the All.”
For everything is kept for us and restored to us but with a wonderful change and transfiguration into the All-Good and the All-Beautiful, the All-Light and the All-Delight of Him who is for ever pure and infinite and the mystery and the miracle that ceases not through the ages.
Am Bereft
February 16, 2023
Am Bereft
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #43
I hoped to craft Thee a brilliant ode
Full of beauty and delicate subtlety,
Mined from deepest recesses of mind
And crafted in an adoring heart devoutly.
I hoped it would stand in the careless hours
Like a column of fire reaching to Thy feet,
Words all alive that would meekly caress
All imprints of Thy tread by the heavenly seat.
But a soundless word and silent song
Is all I bring Thee at the moonlit hour,
Receive then this my shadow offering
Cobbled by a feeble will together.
Alas, am bereft of riches and destituted by the muses,
In lieu I offer my heart for Thy habitat through the ages.