Canto 43All here is Spirit
Book 16. Part Seven - Pondicherry Circa 1927 – 1947
All here is Spirit self-moved eternally
For Matter is its seeming or its form,
A finite motion of Infinity
Built up by energy’s electric storm,
5A flux of solid instability
Whirled into shape by a tremendous Force
That labours out the world’s fabric endlessly,
Creates and then destroys without remorse
Titan and worm, the dew-drop and the sea,
10Our fragile bodies like the aeoned star,
But through it all remains immortally
The secret spirit we for ever are.
Matter is Spirit’s semblance glamorous
Self-woven for its own field and robe and house.