This strutting "I" of human self and pride
Is a puppet built by Nature for her use,
And dances as her strong compulsions bid,
Forcefully feeble, brilliantly obtuse.
Our thinking is her leap of fluttering mind,
We hear and see by her constructed sense;
Our force is hers; her colors have combined
Our fly-upon-the-wheel magnificence.
He sits within who turns on her machine
These beings, portions of His mystery,
Many dwarfs beams of His great calm sunshine,
A reflex of His sole infinity.
One mighty Self of cosmic act and thought
Employs this figure of a unit nought.
15-10-1939 & 03-11-1939
Reference: # 124 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
and "Collected Poems" - 161
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA