Shiva

A poem by Sri Aurobindo


Shiva

On the white summit of eternity
    A single Soul of bare infinities,
    Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peace
His mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy.
But, touched by an immense delight to be,
    He looks across unending depths and sees
    Musing amid the inconscient silences
The Mighty Mother's dumb felicity.

Half now awake she rises to his glance;
    Then, moved to circling by her heart-beats' will,
        The rhythmic worlds describe that passion-dance.
Life springs in her and Mind is born; her face
    She lifts to Him who is Herself, until
        The Spirit leaps into the Spirit's embrace.



Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Sonnets from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)   



NOTES FROM EDITOR

16 September 1939. Three handwritten manuscripts.



Manuscript