WHO by Sri Aurobindo

In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest, Whose is the hand that has painted the glow When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether, Who was it roused them and bade them to blow He is lost in the heart, in the cavern of Nature, He is found in the brain where He builds up the thought: In the pattern and bloom of the flowers He is woven, In the luminous net of the stars He is caught. In the strength of a man, in the beauty of woman, In the laugh of a boy, in the blush of a girl; The hand that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven, Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl. These are His works and His veils and His shadows; But where is He then by what name is He known Is He Brahma or Vishnu a man or a woman Bodied or bodiless twin or alone We have love for a boy who is dark and resplendent, A woman is lord of us, naked and fierce. We have seen Him amuse on the snow of the mountains, We have watched Him at work in the heart of the spheres. We will tell the whole world of His ways and His