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Adi Sankara
 The quiescent conscience of the supreme
Stirred, as our ancient faith widowed of her
Pure self was lost in the illusive gleam
Of the gross long wearing muddy blinkers.
Time punched your descent on the divine card;
Your advent caught the arcane vibes of your
Cure - evoke the elan vedic, the word,
Vibrant with the breath of panacean power.
Then with a lofty logic and a soul.
The eternal truth soon undid the cult
Of soulless blank with a beaming pace to bowl
It out the field it held and joyous felt.
Your mantric music mounting Mother's cheeks
Released the light of smile the soul ever seeks.
-By G. Viswanathan
('From An Ampler Ether')
(Appeared in 'Mother India' Sri Aurobindo Ashram, November 1979)
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Bangalore 560 085.
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