New Offerings
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #19
Published on May 13, 2021
New Offerings
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #19
How little is the geography of deeds
That a mortal will doth toiling express
By limbs of thought and some imagination
All the intent of its deep aspiration.
As a diver doth dive in waters
Of life to mine for precious pearls,
But often clambers to shore empty
Too breathless to claw his bounty.
Other waters of mind he must explore,
Venture the boundary of intuition’s shore
To net the light for a new sight
That knows sans seeing the result.
Of such excursions may these days be
For our new offerings at the feet of Thee.