I saw my soul a traveller through Time;
From life to life
the cosmic ways it trod,
Obscure in the depths and on the heights sublime,
Evolving from the
word into the god.
A spark of the eternal Fire, it came
To build a house in
Matter for the Unborn.
The inconscient sunless Night received the flame;
In the brute seed
of things dumb and forlorn.
Life stirred and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
Till on the stark
inanimate earth could move,
Born to somnambulist Nature in her sleep
A thinking creature
who can hope and love.
Still by slow steps the miracle goes on,
The Immortal's gradual birth mid mire and stone.
Reference: # 115 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "Last Poems" - 29
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA