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“All they have touched or seen they make their own, In Nature’s basement lodge, mind’s passages fill, Disrupt thought’s links and musing sequences, Break through the soul’s stillness with a noise and cry Or they call the inhabitants of the abyss, Invite the instincts to forbidden joys, A laughter wake of dread demoniac mirth And with nether riot and revel shake life’s floor. Impotent to quell his terrible prisoners Appalled the householder helpless sits above, Taken from him his house is his no more. 07.02_117:032-033” — Sri Aurobindo
All they have touched or seen they make their own,
In Nature’s basement lodge, mind’s passages fill,
Disrupt thought’s links and musing sequences,
Break through the soul’s stillness with a noise and cry
Or they call the inhabitants of the abyss,
Invite the instincts to forbidden joys,
A laughter wake of dread demoniac mirth
And with nether riot and revel shake life’s floor.
Impotent to quell his terrible prisoners
Appalled the householder helpless sits above,
Taken from him his house is his no more.
07.02_117:032-033