A poem by Sri Aurobindo
Only by electric hordes your world is run? But they are motes and spark-whirls of a Light, A Fire of which your nebula and your sun Are glints and flame-drops scattered eremite.
Veiled by the unseen Light act other Powers, An Air of endless movement unbegun Expanding and contracting in Time-hours, And the intangible ether of the One.
These surface findings—screen-phenomenon— Are Nature's offered reasons but behind Her occult mysteries lurk safe unknown To the crude handling of the empiric Mind.
All yet discovered are but mire and trace Of the eternal Energy in her race.
I saw the electric stream on which is run The world turned motes and spark-whirls of a Light, A Fire of which the nebula and sun Are glints and flame-drops, scattered, eremite;
And veiled by viewless Light worked other Powers, An Air of movement endless, unbegun, Expanding and contracting in Time's hours And the intangible ether of the One.
The surface finds, the screen-phenomenon, Are Nature's offered ransom, while behind Her occult mysteries lie safe, unknown, From the crude handling of the empiric Mind.
Our truths discovered are but dust and trace Of the eternal Energy in her race.
Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)
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NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1934-35. Three handwritten manuscripts.
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