In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Who was she?

I got her in moonlit night. She was an existence partly with my idea
and partly with the moon. So it was a delightful play trying to get to
her in her fullness. But the moon was short-lived and she was
dispersed like clouds in the sky. Before she had a promise for a come
back.
So I get her in the broad daylight. As there is no place of a witness
in the kingdom of life I am yet to be sure of her identity.

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