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At the Feet of The Mother

Evening (SAP 039)

This poem is a beautiful image of evening connecting us to the eve of life as well.


A golden evening, when the thoughtful sun
    Rejects its usual pomp in going, trees
That bend down to their green companion
    And fruitful mother, vaguely whispering,—these
And a wide silent sea. Such hour is nearest God,—
Rich like old age when the long ways have all been trod.”

(Sri Aurobindo, Collected Poems, p. 216)

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What I want of you is not to love the Mother from a distance, but to become accustomed to feel her presence, her help, the working of her forces even when she is not physically present ... because it would give a great push to your Yoga.