A poem by Sri Aurobindo
The dumb Inconscient drew life's stumbling maze; A night of all things, packed and infinite, It made our consciousness a torch that plays Between the abyss and a supernal Light;
It framed our mind a lens of segment sight, Piecing out inch by inch the world's huge mass, And reason a small hard theodolite Measuring unreally the measureless ways.
Yet is the dark Inconscient whence come all, The self-same Power that shines on high unwon; Our night shall be a sky purpureal, The torch transmute to a vast godhead's sun.
Man is a narrow bridge, a call that grows, His soul the dim bud of God's flaming rose.
A dumb Inconscient drew life's stumbling maze, A night of all things, packed and infinite: It made our consciousness a torch that plays Between the Abyss and a supernal Light.
Our mind was framed a lens of segment sight Piecing out inch by inch the world's huge mass, And reason a small hard theodolite Measuring unreally the measureless ways.
Yet is the dark Inconscient whence came all The self-same Power that shines on high unwon: Our Night shall be a sky purpureal, Our torch transmute to a vast godhead's sun.
Rooted in mire heavenward man's nature grows,— His soul the dim bud of God's flaming rose.
Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)
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NOTES FROM EDITOR
Circa 1934. Four handwritten manuscripts and one typed manuscript.
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