Sri Aurobindo (born Aurobindo Ghose; 1872 – 1950) was an Indian philosopher, yogi, guru, poet, and nationalist.
All can be done
if the God-touch is there
Only a little
The God-light can stay.
A traveller between summit and abyss.
The human in him
Paced with the Divine.
God shall grow up
While the wise men
Talk and sleep.
We are sons of God
And must be even as he.
Beyond earth’s longitudes and latitudes.
Our life
Is a holocaust
Of the Supreme.
Oh, surely one day
He shall come to our cry.
None can reach heaven
Who has not
Passed through hell.
Our human state
Cradles the future god.
The One by whom all live,
Who lives by none.
Escape brings not the victory and the crown.
In absolute silence
Sleeps an absolute Power.
A God comes down greater by the fall.
A giant dance of Shiva tore the past.
Whoever is too great
Must lonely live.
The soul in man
Is greater
Than his fate.
The life you lead
Conceals the light you are.
The great are strongest
When they stand alone.
The day-bringer
Must walk
In darkest night.
Our life is a march
To a victory
Never won.
Man can accept his fate,
He can refuse.
His failure is not failure
Whom God leads.
One man’s perfection
Still can save the world.
He who would save the world
Must share its pain.
All is too little that the world can give.
I shall save earth,
If earth consents
To be saved.
He Who Chooses The Infinite Has Been Chosen by the Infinite
Truth born too soon
Might break
The imperfect earth.
A cave of darkness guards the eternal Light.
A death-bound littleness is not all we are.
A Light there is that leads,
A Power that aids.
A moment sees,
The ages toil to express.
All our earth starts from mud and ends in sky.
All rose from the silence;
All goes back to its hush.
All things are real
That here are only dreams.
An idiot hour destroys what centuries made.
Love is a yearning
Of the One
For the One.
Mortality bears ill
The eternal’s touch.
The spirit rises mightier
By defeat.
The soul that can
Live alone with itself
Meets God.
There is a purpose
In each stumble and fall.
A future knowledge is an added pain.
To know is best,
However hard to bear.
But few are they who tread the sunlit path.
Death helps us not,
Vain is the hope to cease.
Earth is the chosen place of mightiest souls.
Eternity speaks, none understands its word.
Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will.
For joy
And not for sorrow
Earth was made.
Heaven’s call is rare,
Rarer the heart that heeds.
My God is Love
And sweetly suffers all.
Only the pure in soul
Can walk in light.
The gods are still too few
In mortal forms.
We are greater
Than our thoughts.
Even the body shall remember God.
