Aurobindo
I see him
See him
Lost in sadhna,
Yoga-sadhna
Writing Savitri
In Ashrama premises
And the cottage
For sadhna.
The old man,
The old sage,
Sri Aurobindo,
In the whites
In Pondicherry Ashrama
Lost in sadhna
Writing The Life Divine
As the flower of sadhna
Of meditative ruminations
And reminiscences.
The old sage
Sri Aurobindo
In the whites,
The yogi
In meditation,
In Pondicherry Ashrama,
The guru,
The spiritual guru,
Master of
Transcendental meditation.

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the detox center…
the boy turned to him:
‘pray for me…’
‘son, i prayed for you
when i took you in,
when i sat and listened,
when i fed you,
and cleaned you up…
now pray for me,
and most of all for yourself,
when you walk through that door
like a man, and ask for help! ‘

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An old man sat beneath a tree
Alone;
So still was he
That, if he had been carved in stone,
He could not be
More quiet or more cold:
He was an ancient man
More than
A thousand ages old.

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bent like a sickle.
Translated by Robert Hass

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