Vasishtha

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What 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)

From:Sri Chinmoy,India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997
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