The Inner Fields

The Inner fields The Inner Fields There is a brighter ether than this blue     Pretence of an enveloping heavenly vault,     A deeper greenness than this laughing assault Of emerald rapture pearled with tears of dew. Immortal spaces of caerulean hue     Are in our reach and fields without this fault     Of drab brown earth and streams that never halt In their deep murmur which white flowers strew Floating like stars upon a strip of sky.     This world behind is made of truer stuff         Than the manufactured tissue of earth's grace. There we can walk and see the gods go by     And sip from Hebe's cup nectar enough         To make for us heavenly limbs and deathless face. Sri Aurobindo "Sonnets from manuscripts" (1934-1947) http://motherandsriaurobindo.in https://movedtothis.com/2025/08/30/discovering-the-inner-fields/ #aurobindo