We are not worshippers of you
Nirodbaran
Correspondence with Sri Aurobindo
The Complete Set
Your yesterday's long letter has delighted me much. The burden of it seems to be that for the present we have to take everything on trust since we lack the experience, and so long as the experiences don't come what can we do but go on teasing you with our questions? And you know, We are not worshippers of you
But your immortal letter!1
We do not worship the dumb blue
But his resplendent star!2
Which shines and all the night shines
In the dark caves of our mines.
Good Lord! I hope you don't imagine that is a rhyme?
But what about my table? Forgotten? Ellipsis?
Out of the silence
What is the word that be
About my cane-table, Sir?
Shall I wait till Eternity?
Yes or no, do tell me, Sir;
Either can I take with surrender.
Forgot both the cane and the table. You can have if it is lying about.
Good Lord! another! If you rhyme Sir and surrender you don't deserve a table but only a cane and plenty of it.
Rambhai complains of severe pain in the abdomen, due to constipation. Gave a dose of castor oil.
Rambhai is in Gujerat, if you please. If you are administering doses of castor oil to his abdomen direct from here, you must be a siddha Fascist Yogi. But perhaps you mean Ramkumar? Or whom do you mean? Is it – ?
24.10.1935
1 Underlining “letter”
2 Underlining “star”