Prakriti

“He thought with her thoughts and journeyed with her steps,

Lived with her breath and scanned all with her eyes

That so he might learn the secret of her soul.

A witness overmastered by his scene,

He admired her splendid front of pomp and play

And the marvels of her rich and delicate craft,

And thrilled to the insistence of her cry;

Impassioned he bore the sorceries of her might,

Felt laid on him her abrupt mysterious will,

Her hands that knead fate in their violent grasp,

Her touch that moves, her powers that seize and drive.

But this too he saw, her soul that wept within,

Her seekings vain that clutch at fleeing truth,

Her hopes whose sombre gaze mates with despair,

The passion that possessed her longing limbs,

The trouble and rapture of her yearning breasts,

Her mind that toils unsatisfied with its fruits,

Her heart that captures not the one Beloved.

Always he met a veiled and seeking Force,

An exiled goddess building mimic heavens,

A Sphinx whose eyes look up to a hidden Sun.”

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See also

• Purusha
• Nature