At the Feet of The Mother

Evening (SAP 039)

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

EVENING

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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Correspondence 1933, January (II)

Apr 25, 2024

Every element, no matter how small, plays a crucial role in building the world. Even the seemingly insignificant contributes to the grand design of the Cosmic Spirit, shaping great minds and achievements.