The Call of the Impossible

Our godhead calls us in unrealised things.
Asleep in the wide fields of destiny,
A world guarded by Silence’ rustling wings
Sheltered their fine impossibility.

But part, but quiver the cerulean gates,
Close splendours look into our dreaming eyes;
We bear proud deities and magnificent fates;
Faces and hands come near from Paradise.

What shone thus far above is here in us;
Bliss unattained our future’s birthright is;
Beauty of our dim soul is amorous,
We are the heirs of infinite widenesses.

The impossible is the hint of what shall be,
Mortal the door to immortality.

- Sri Aurobindo

- Sri Aurobindo Poetry

Reference: # 76 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition)
also in “More Poems” – 78
all published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram – Pondicherry


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