A poem by Sri Aurobindo
A deep enigma is the soul of man. His conscious life obeys the Inconscient's rule, His need of joy is learned in sorrow's school; His heart is a chaos and an empyrean. His subtle ignorance borrows Wisdom's plan; His mind is the Infinite's sharp and narrow tool. He wades through mud to reach the Wonderful, And does what Matter must or Spirit can.
All powers in his living's soil take root Hoping to grow and dominate the earth. This little creature mind that would be great Is Nature's fool and Godhead's struggling birth, A demigod and a demon and a brute, The slave and the creator of his fate.
A deep enigma is the soul of man. His conscious life obeys the Inconscient's rule, His need of joy is learned in sorrow's school, His heart is a chaos and an empyrean. His subtle Ignorance borrows Wisdom's plan; His mind is the Infinite's sharp and narrow tool. He wades through mud to reach the Wonderful, And does what Matter must or Spirit can.
All powers in his living's soil take root And claim from him their place and struggling right: His ignorant creature mind crawling towards light Is Nature's fool and Godhead's candidate, A demigod and a demon and a brute, The slave and the creator of his fate.
Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Three Sonnets
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NOTES FROM EDITOR
17 September 1939. Three handwritten and two typed manuscripts precede the Circle publication in 1948.
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