Sonnets

"Rooted in mire heavenward man’s nature grows, — His soul the dim bud of God’s flaming rose."

....A little life wearing the flesh for robe, A little mind winged through wide space to run. It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime, Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.

"...Our truths discovered are but dust and trace Of the eternal Energy in her race."

What points ascending Nature to her goal? ’Tis not man’s lame transcribing intellect With its carved figures rigid and erect But the far subtle vision of his soul..."

"... An algebra of signs, a scheme of sense, A symbol language without depth or wings, A power to handle deftly outward things Are our scant earnings of intelligence."

"Man’s science builds abstractions cold and bare And carves to formulas the living whole; It is a brain and hand without a soul, A piercing eye behind our outward stare....."

A Sonnet by Sri Aurobindo, written in 1936. Recited by Aravinda Maheshwari.

A Sonnet by Sri Aurobindo, written on March 14, 1936. Recitation by Aravinda Maheshwari.

"Now I have borne Thy presence and Thy light, Eternity assumes me and I am A vastness of tranquillity and flame, My heart a deep Atlantic of delight....."