A poem by Sri Aurobindo
The mind of a man And the mind in a stone. But the Mind of minds Sits bright and alone.
The life of a tree, The life in a clod, To the Life of all life That men call God.
The heart of a beast And a seraph's heart,— But the Heart of all hearts Throbs ever apart.
A body beloved And a body slain. Yet both were the bodies Of One in their pain.
Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Lyrical Poems from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)
NOTES FROM EDITOR
14 March 1936. One handwritten manuscript, written on a sheet of a small “Bloc-Memo” pad.
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