.................................. There is a joy behind suffering; pain digs our road to his pleasance. All things have bliss for their secret; only our consciousness falters Fearing to offer itself as a victim on ecstasy’s altars. Is not the world his disguise? when that cloak is tossed back from his shoulders, Beauty looks out like a sun on the hearts of the ravished beholders. Mortals, your end is beatitude, rapture eternal his meaning: Joy, which he most now denies, is his purpose: the hedges, the screening Were but the rules of his play; his denials came to lure farther. These too were magic of Maya, smiles of the marvellous Mother. ................................ Extract From, Ahana, pg-485, Collected Poems, Sri Aurobindo.
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 11:21:11 +0000
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