The Infinitesimal Infinite
Out of a still Immensity all came!
These million universes were to it
The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game,
A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.
It could not find its soul in all that vast:
It drew itself into a little speck
Infinitesimal, ignobly cast
Out of earth’s mud and slime strangely awake,-
A tiny plasm on a little globe,
In the small system of a dwarflike sun,
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.
BY: Sri Aurobindo
Reference: # 74 in “Les poèmes de Sri Aurobindo” (bilingual edition)
also in “More Poems” – 73
all published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram – Pondicherry
diffusion by SABDA