VasishthaWhat is chimera's mist or miracle today
Was the immaculate truth divine of yore.
Immeasurable by our human thought
Was regal Vasishtha's presence and bright power.
But from Above yet greater souls unmatched
Over our Ind imperishably shall lean.
The might of seers antique shall fade away
Before the souls to come with Light new-born;
And she shall sit on splendour's throne in the world.
(from "The Ideal of Forgiveness," after a story in Bengali prose by Sri Aurobindo)
Sri Chinmoy, India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997