Here there is a whole world beyond,
before you can get near, to what you seek
for the deepest muses that may never be wholly expressed
when tries to be expressed, comes only in rhythmic forms.
Eyes, sense and heart are passive,
it’s the soul that sees.
For more direct the words reach and sinks,
deep into the soul, the greater the art.
He pours it into those souls, who are thirsty,
It’s a rhythmic voyage of self-discovery;
among the magic islands of forms and names,
in these inner and outer world.
For, behind the instabilities of words and speech,
he is listening to the profound inevitable harmonies
of his own thoughts and vision.
It’s seeking for perfect expression.
Its a cento. Random lines from Sri Aurobindo's The Future Poetry(Chapter two and three). To know more about cento please visit dVerse poets pub.