Parabels of Mahavir

Author(s): Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Publisher: Shri Kiran Publishers

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It is glowing as though with an inward glow. Baffled and breathless, Som stands watching the angels; he is unseen, since he stands outside the stage-space at one corner of the procession, Som is dumbfounded while the song is in progress,
SONG ( of angels round the briar-tree )
This is the moment of ultimate rapture, Final performance of burning Divinity! He is an essence no angel may capture, Inviolate splendour of pristine virginity Wherein our angelhood turns more angelic, He is the peak-point of height upon height; The halo around Him of hues psychadelic Is whirled to a fire-point immaculate white. Lo! even a thought of Him exiles the gloom in us Bountiful esctasy over us showering..., Look at the briers! they have become luminous As though they were proof of a final god-flowering, Clapping our hands we encircle the briers Which have captured the glow-cloth purer than
prayer. We are drenched in His nectars and burned in
His fires Of which his Awareness is all unaware,