Only by electric hordes your world is run?
But they are motes and spark-whirls of a Light,
A Fire of which your nebula and your sun
Are glints and flame-drops scattered eremite.
Veiled by the unseen Light act other Powers,
An Air of endless movement unbegun
Expanding and contracting in Time-hours,
And the intangible Ether of the One.
These surface findings - screen-phenomenon -
Are nature's offered reasons but behind
Her occult mysteries lurk safe unknown
To the crude handling of the empiric Mind.
All yet discovered are but mire and trace
Of the eternal Energy in her race.
Reference: # 70 in "Les poèmes de Sri
Aurobindo" (bilingual edition)
also in "Collected Poems" - 166
and "More Poems" - 74
all published by Sri
Aurobindo Ashram - Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA