One

A poem by Sri Aurobindo


One

The mind of a man
    And the mind in a stone.
But the Mind of minds
    Sits bright and alone.

The life of a tree,
    The life in a clod,
To the Life of all life
    That men call God.

The heart of a beast
    And a seraph's heart,—
But the Heart of all hearts
    Throbs ever apart.

A body beloved
    And a body slain.
Yet both were the bodies
    Of One in their pain.



Part VII : Pondicherry (Circa 1927-1947) > Lyrical Poems from Manuscripts (Circa 1934-1947)   



NOTES FROM EDITOR

14 March 1936. One handwritten manuscript, written on a sheet of a small “Bloc-Memo” pad.