A heaven of creative truths above,
A cosmos of harmonious dreams between,
A chaos of dissolving forms below,
It plunges lost in our inconscient base.
Out of its fall our denser Matter came.
Amid the heavy sameness of the days
And contradicted by the human law,
A faith in things that are not and must be
Lives comrade of this world's delight and pain,
The child of the secret soul's forbidden desire
Born of its amour with eternity.
A talk of Dr Alok Pandey about the meaning of Darshan of the Divine in general Indian spiritual tradition, and Darshan Days in the Sri Aurobindo Ashram context
For the spirit is eternal and unmade
And not by thinking was its greatness born,
And not by thinking can its knowledge come.
It knows itself and in itself it lives,
It moves where no thought is nor any form.
Death continues his gospel which is essentially the materialists denial of all that is high and beautiful and true. There is a truth of matter but matter is not the sole truth. This is the secret Death seems to be unaware of.