Hero

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Hero

A Poem for Sri Aurobindo.

This wasn’t Hera’s son, Achilles by name
Shield and sword of immortal fame.
Nor Arjunā of the famous five 
Indra’s son, shield of Dharma on high.

Shattered shields and splintered steel 
Is the hero’s wager in honour to deal. 
But another does this very war wage
By thought and word forges every page.

The bugle and horn, and clash of spears
Numberless lives and innumerable tears,
Measure not stretch of our human range
All tomes unwritten of our story strange.

A lone spirit can labour through human hours
Battle every ‘nay’ and hostile powers.
An immortal will can plough through time
Front our battles through malignant clime.

We follow the trail of a Hero before us
A Seer and Poet, his word-light our compass.
We march and move to his occult rhythm
To a goal beyond we can’t yet fathom.

Note: Written in response a tweet asking if ones heroes were yet alive or dead. To us, Sadhaks of the Integral Yoga of Sri Aurobindo, the question is moot. We are tangled in a web of living light…and the Voice from afar beckons us to tarry not. So, no…our Hero is everywhere and above. And onward we go…