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From Mount Delly, Kerala
 No hoary lust for loam seems to breathe here.
The sea grabs not the land and the hill holds
Back its itch for soil and with good cheer
Of rapport walks in joy to sip the folds
Of the Arabian foam that drafts the wood
Above in a serene syndrome of song.
The hood of the mount behind strikes the mood
That climbs all the clocks of the global throng.
From the house of light, the mariner's pole,
The eyes mount and mount to the sea above
Then the split selves of their vision turn whole.
Hardly they know it is below or above
Eyes with a fission of sight do not see.
True seeing knows no 'I' but only we.
-By G. Viswanathan
('From An Ampler Ether')
(Appeared in 'Mother India' Sri Aurobindo Ashram, November 1979)
Flat 104, Banashankari Residency,
8th Main, Girinagar 2nd Phase,
Bangalore 560 085.
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