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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
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Book Four. The Book of Birth and Quest<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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Book Four. The Book of Birth and Quest<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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Canto Four<\/I><\/P>
\n



\n<\/P>
\n

The Quest<\/FONT><\/P>
\n



\n<\/P>
\n


\nSummary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
At first
\nSavitri’s mind is occupied with the strangeness of the scenes opening
\nbefore her as she drives her chariot. But soon, a deeper
\nconsciousness grows up and she begins to feel all as her own, as once
\nknown to her. Old memories well up and there is a sense of continuity
\nof purpose and action from the past.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSome guidance leads
\nher carriage; the godheads move who always act from behind the veil
\nworking out the destiny which is but the Spirit’s will. A calm
\nPresence above her chooses each turn on the way.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer journey runs
\nacross crowded cities, forts, gardens and temples. During nights she
\nrests in the palaces on the route. Then she comes into the
\ncountryside where Nature is fresh, not yet peopled with human cares
\nand joys. She feels the closeness of the Earth and hears her
\ninarticulate voice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer nature is in
\ncommunion with her Maker. King-sages come to share in her happy peace
\nafter their life of strife and labour. Some retire into the recesses
\nof the soul and realise oneness with the world. Some break through
\nthe walls of the mind and soar into the heights of the Spirit from
\nwhere Truth leans down on them. Ascetics sit in concentration waiting
\nupon the Immutable and the Ineffable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSeers tune
\nthemselves to the universal Will and lie content in God. The young
\ndisciples around them are fashioned by their touch and greatened in
\ntheir presence. In this air king-children play and grow in heroic
\nmoulds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSages breathing
\nfreedom and joy assist the entry of gods on earth, teach the young to
\nthink and live high. Their presence, even their silence is of help to
\nearth. In their environs beasts forget their enmities and join in
\nfriendship. Some, who go beyond the confines of thought, bring back
\nto earth Force and Light from Beyond. Some watch as witnesses from
\ntheir Silence, some disappear into the Vast.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri journeys
\nthrough all these retreats, halts in the hermitages during nights or
\nrests in the open, on the banks of rivers, in solitary tracts, in
\ndesert spaces.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut still the quest
\nis not accomplished, the destined face is not yet found. In the
\nmeanwhile the spring is gone and the burning summer is on.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Deeper
\nConsciousness wells Up<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworld-ways opened before Savitri. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nfirst a strangeness of new brilliant scenes
Peopled her mind and
\nkept her body\u2019s gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nas she moved across the changing earth
A deeper consciousness
\nwelled up in her:
A citizen of many scenes and climes,
Each
\nsoil and country it has made its home;
It took all clans and
\npeoples for her own,
Till the whole destiny of mankind was hers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world-ways open
\nwide before Savitri. At first her mind is full of the strangeness of
\nthe bright scenes she is traversing and her eyes are enraptured. But
\nas she proceeds across the changing scenery a deeper Consciousness
\nsurges up in her. This Consciousness is universal and feels at home
\neverywhere. It makes her identify herself with every country and
\npeople she comes across, till the destiny of entire mankind, becomes
\nher own.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Memories
\nRecur<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nunfamiliar spaces on her way
Were known and neighbours to a sense
\nwithin;
Landscapes recurred like lost forgotten fields,
Cities
\nand rivers and plains her vision claimed
Like slow-recurring
\nmemories in front,
The stars at night were her past\u2019s brilliant
\nfriends,
The winds murmured to her of ancient things
And she
\nmet nameless comrades loved by her once. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwas a part of old forgotten selves. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough the regions
\nshe traverses are new, they are familiar to some inner sense in her.
\nAll revives some old memories, landscapes, cities, rivers, plains.
\nThe stars shine recalling their past friendship with her, the winds
\nwhisper to her of ancient happenings. She does not indeed know the
\nnames of those she comes across, but she is aware that once before
\nshe has loved them as comrades.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll is a part of
\nlives past and forgotten.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Journey
\noften Made<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVaguely
\nor with a flash of sudden hints
Her acts recalled a line of
\nbygone power,
Even her motion\u2019s purpose was not new:
Traveller
\nto a prefigured high event,
She seemed to her remembering witness
\nsoul
To trace again a journey often made. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEither in a flash or
\nin some vague way, her acts reveal a power held in the past; even the
\nobjective of her journey is not new. To her remembering witness soul
\nit seems that, as a traveller to some predestined event, she is again
\nsetting out on a journey that has been often made in the past.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Hooded
\nGodheads Ride<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nguidance turned the dumb revolving wheels
And in the eager body
\nof their speed
The dim-masked hooded godheads rode who move
\n
Assigned to man immutably from his birth,
Receivers of the
\ninner and outer law,
At once the agents of his spirit\u2019s will
\n
And witnesses and executors of his fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe wheels of her
\nswift-moving carriage are guided by veiled godheads, the Powers that
\nare assigned to man by Providence and accompany him from his very
\nbirth, knowing the governing laws, inner and outer. They are the
\ntransmitters of his spirit’s will, observers and effectuators of what
\nis called his fate, but is really the choice of his soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Hooded
\nGodheads (II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInexorably
\nfaithful to their task,
They hold his nature\u2019s sequence in
\ntheir guard
Carrying the unbroken thread old lives have spun. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttendants
\non his destiny\u2019s measured walk
Leading to joys he has won and
\npains he has called,
Even in his casual steps they intervene. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nwith the deeper will
\nof the soul. It is they who carry the continuing thread forged by and
\nlinking up all his past lives. They follow the determined course of
\nhis destiny leading to the joys and pains that he has evoked by his
\nactions. They are there to guide even his casual movements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fate
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNothing
\nwe think or do is void or vain;
Each is an energy loosed and
\nholds its course. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nshadowy keepers of our deathless past
Have made our fate the
\nchild of our own acts,
And from the furrows laboured by our will
\n
We reap the fruit of our forgotten deeds. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNothing that man
\nthinks or does is without consequence. Every movement releases an
\nenergy and it goes forth on its course. These veiled custodians of
\nman’s unbroken past see to it that each act of his will\u2014whether he
\nremembers it or not\u2014produces its own consequence. Thus they make
\nhis fate the result of his own acts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fate
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey
\nseem but parts of a mechanic Force,
To a mechanic mind tied by
\nearth\u2019s laws;
Yet are they instruments of a Will supreme,
\n
Watched by a still all-seeing Eye above. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut this process is
\nnot seen by the outer eye. Man lives in the present; the past of
\nwhich the present is a result, is not known to him. Hence to his mind
\nlabouring under the rule of the laws of physical Matter, all
\nhappenings, which are really consequences of his own past acts,
\nappear to be the workings of a mechanical Force in Nature. In reality
\nthey are all instruments through which a supreme Will effectuates
\nitself under the calm overseeing Eye of the Divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Prescient
\nArchitect<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nprescient architect of Fate and Chance
Who builds our lives on a
\nforeseen design
The meaning knows and consequence of each step
\n
And watches the inferior stumbling powers. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine architect
\nwho foresees all, who works through the instrumentation of Fate and
\nChance and shapes the life of man according to a prefigured pattern,
\nknows precisely the significance and the consequence of each step and
\nhe watches the action of the lower agencies stumbling towards the
\nfulfilment of his design.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Calm
\nPresence Guides<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUpon
\nher silent heights she was aware
Of a calm Presence throned above
\nher brows
Who saw the goal and chose each fateful curve;
It
\nused the body for its pedestal,
The eyes that wandered were its
\nsearchlight fires,
The hands that held the reins its living
\ntools;
All was the working of an ancient plan,
A way prepared
\nby an unerring Guide. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri is aware of
\na calm Presence above her head. This Presence sees the goal of the
\njourney and decides which turning to take. It uses the physical body
\nas its pedestal, the seeing eyes as its torchlights, the hands
\nholding the reins as its living instruments.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll that is going on
\nis really the working of a plan that has been drawn up of old; the
\nway has been prepared by a faultless Guide.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Driven
\nfrom Within<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross
\nwide noons and glowing afternoons,
She met with Nature and with
\nhuman forms
And listened to the voices of the world;
Driven
\nfrom within she followed her long road,
Mute in the luminous
\ncavern of her heart,
Like a bright cloud through the resplendent
\nday. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn the long journey,
\nshe comes across the various aspects of Nature, meets different human
\nbeings and listens to the voices of the wide world. She speeds on
\nimpelled from within, silent in the luminous depths of her heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Across
\nPeopled Tracts and Temples<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nfirst her path ran far through peopled tracts:
Admitted to the
\nlion eye of States
And theatres of the loud act of man,
Her
\ncarven chariot with its fretted wheels
Threaded through clamorous
\nmarts and sentinel towers
Past figured gates and high
\ndream-sculptured fronts
And gardens hung in the sapphire of the
\nskies,
Pillared assembly halls with armoured guards,
Small
\nfanes where one calm Image watched man\u2019s life
And temples hewn
\nas if by exiled gods <\/FONT>
To imitate
\ntheir lost eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt first her path
\nruns through crowded territories\u2014kingdoms, scenes of imposing
\nactivity of men, noisy marts, towers and forts, beautiful gardens,
\nmagnificent assembly halls. She passes by small temples on the way in
\nwhich a calm Image regards the rushing activity of man; she also
\npasses by huge temples hewn in the rock, looking as if gods exiled
\nfrom heaven have erected them as a semblance of the eternity they
\nhave lost in their banishment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>In
\nSlumbering Palaces<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOften
\nfrom gilded dusk to argent dawn
Where jewel-lamps flickered on
\nfrescoed walls
And the stone lattice stared at moonlit boughs,
\n
Half-conscious of the tardy listening night
Dimly she glided
\nbetween banks of sleep
At rest in the slumbering palaces of
\nkings. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn her way, she
\noften rests during nights in the palaces of kings. Her sleep is
\nhalf-conscious — it is not of the overpowering type that pulls one
\ndown into sub-conscious or unconscious depths.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Fate-Van
\nPasses<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHamlet
\nand village saw the fate-van pass,
Homes of a life bent to the
\nsoil it ploughs
For sustenance of its short and passing days
\n
That, transient, keep their old repeated course
Unchanging in
\nthe circle of a sky
Which alters not above our mortal toil. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s van,
\ncarrying the fate of the earth, passes through hamlets and villages
\nwhere people are ever engaged in the small rounds of their existence,
\ncultivating lands for the sustenance of their lives that are
\ntransient, mechanically moving in the same old grooves under a sky
\nthat watches, unchanging, their mortal toil below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Free
\nSpaces<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAway
\nfrom this thinking creature\u2019s burdened hours
To free and
\ngriefless spaces now she turned
Not yet perturbed by human joys
\nand fears. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nwas the childhood of primeval earth,
Here timeless musings large
\nand glad and still,
Men had forborne as yet to fill with cares,
\n
Imperial acres of the eternal sower
And wind-stirred
\ngrass-lands winking in the sun: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri now leaves
\nbehind all scenes of human labours and crosses into vaster spaces of
\nNature where human joys, fears and griefs have not yet entered and
\ndisturbed. Here she is able to see what the earth was like in its
\ninfancy\u2014quiet, happy and expansive\u2014wrapt in timeless musings. Men
\nhave still not come here filling it with their cares. Here are the
\nroyal expanses of God, the eternal sower, acres of grass-lands
\nswaying to the winds, glistening in the bright sun.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nChariot Hastens<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nmid green musing of woods and rough-browed hills,
In the grove\u2019s
\nmurmurous bee-air humming wild
Or past the long lapsing voice of
\nsilver floods
Like a swift hope journeying among its dreams
\n
Hastened the chariot of the golden bride. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike a rapid hope
\njourneying through dreamland, Savitri’s chariot hurries through green
\nforests and rugged hills, through groves filled with the humming of
\nthe bees, passing by the frothy waters of rivers in flood.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Tract-Memories
\nand Silences<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof the world\u2019s immense unhuman past
Tract-memories and ageless
\nremnants came,
Domains of light enfeoffed to an antique calm
\n
Listened to the unaccustomed sound of hooves
And large immune
\nentangled silences
Absorbed her into emerald secrecy
And slow
\nhushed wizard nets of faery bloom
Environed with their coloured
\nsnare her wheels. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe passes over
\ntracts which have absorbed memories of the long, dateless past of the
\nearth even before man appeared; domains of light steeped in an
\nancient calm listen to the unaccustomed sound of Savitri’s horses;
\nthe vast silences of the woods engulf her from all sides; the
\nbloonfing creepers and variegated growths mesh the wheels of her
\nchariot.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Inner
\nEar Listens<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nstrong importunate feet of Time fell soft
Along these lonely
\nways, his titan pace
Forgotten and his stark and ruinous rounds. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ninner ear that listens to solitude,
Leaning self-rapt unboundedly
\ncould hear
The rhythm of the intenser wordless Thought
That
\ngathers in the silence behind life,
And the low sweet
\ninarticulate voice of earth
In the great passion of her
\nsun-kissed trance
Ascended with its yearning undertone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe tread of Time
\nhas been slow and soft on these lonely spaces; all things are fresh
\nand whole. Unlike the physical ear that hears only the loud sounds of
\nthe external world, there is an inner ear that hears the silence of
\nsolitude, the silence behind the movement of life in which the
\nThought beyond word gathers; here in these lonely ways this self-rapt
\near hears the inner rhythm without constriction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere also rises in
\nits inarticulate voice the aspiration of the earth in its intense
\nconcentration.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Clasp
\nof Love<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfar
\nfrom the brute noise of clamorous needs
The quieted all-seeking
\nmind could feel,
At rest from its blind outwardness of will,
The
\nunwearied clasp of her mute patient love
And know for a soul the
\nmother of our forms. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAway from the loud
\nclamour of the world of men, freed from the pull of outward will, the
\nquieted, all seeking mind can here feel the ceaseless clasp of the
\nmute, unfired love of Mother-Nature and know her as a living soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Spaces
\nof Release<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nspirit stumbling in the fields of sense,
This creature bruised in
\nthe mortar of the days
Could find in her broad spaces of release.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot
\nyet was a world all occupied by care. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere the emerging
\nspirit fumbling in the domains of the senses, the mortal buffetted on
\nthe waves of time, is able to find large spaces of release. Here is a
\nworld not yet filled with human cares and anxieties.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Impersonal
\nReaches<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nbosom of our mother kept for us still
Her austere regions and her
\nmusing depths,
Her impersonal reaches lonely and inspired
And
\nthe mightinesses of her rapture haunts. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Mother-Nature
\nhas still reserved for man her solemn regions and meditative depths,
\nher impersonal, vibrant solitudes and the glories of her
\nrapture-fields.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Symbol-Mysteries<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMuse-lipped
\nshe nursed her symbol mysteries
And guarded for her pure-eyed
\nsacraments
The valley-clefts between her breasts of joy,
Her
\nmountain-altars for the fires of dawn
And nuptial beaches where
\nthe ocean couched
And the huge chanting of her prophet woods. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe air is one of
\ncontemplation and mystery. It is a veritable place of worship where
\nthe joyous valleys serve for pure sacraments, the mountain tops for
\nthe altars of the dawn fires, where the beaches are continually
\ninvaded by the ocean and the huge forests resound with
\nprophet-chantings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Happy
\nPlains<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFields
\nhad she of her solitary mirth,
Plains hushed and happy in the
\nembrace of light,
Alone with the cry of birds and hue of flowers
\n
And wildernesses of wonder lit by her moons
And grey
\nseer-evenings kindling with the stars
And dim movement in the
\nnight\u2019s infinitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFields stretch out
\nin solitary joy, plains are quiet and happy in pouring light; all
\nover are the cry of birds and hue of flowers; wildernesses are
\ntransformed to wonder by the moon; meditative evenings kindled by the
\nstars, there are dim stirrings in the vastness of the night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Exultation<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAugust,
\nexulting in her Maker\u2019s eye,
She felt her nearness to him in
\nearth\u2019s breast,
Conversed still with a Light behind the veil,
\n
Still communed with Eternity beyond. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Nature exults
\nin the sight of her Lord; she feels close to him in this region of
\nthe earth. In the stillness obtaining here she is able to converse
\nwith a Light that burns behind the veil, commune with the Eternity
\nbeyond this manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>King-Sages<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nfew and fit inhabitants she called
To share the glad communion of
\nher peace;
The breadth, the summit were their natural home. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nstrong king-sages from their labour done,
Freed from the warrior
\ntension of their task,
Came to her serene sessions in these
\nwilds;
The strife was over, the respite lay in front. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere Nature calls
\nand admits to her peace a few, fit inhabitants of the region. They
\nfeel at home in her wideness, in her height; they have broken out of
\nthe walls of their little ego-selves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nStrong kings who
\nhave completed their tasks and are free from the tensions of their
\nroyal assignments, now attend as sages these sessions of peace. The
\nstruggle of their lives is left behind; now is the period of rest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Happy
\nKing-Sages<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHappy
\nthey lived with birds and beasts and flowers
And sunlight and the
\nrustle of the leaves,
And heard the wild winds wandering in the
\nnight,
Mused with the stars in their mute constant ranks,
And
\nlodged in the mornings as in azure tents,
And with the glory of
\nthe noons were one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere the king-sages
\nlive in happy communion with the birds, beasts, flowers and plants,
\nthe sun, the wind, the stars, the gyrations of time in the morn, the
\nnoon and the night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Some
\nPlunge Deeper<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome
\ndeeper plunged; from life\u2019s external clasp
Beckoned into a
\nfiery privacy
In the soul\u2019s unassailed star-white recess
They
\nsojourned with an ever-living Bliss;
A Voice profound in the
\necstasy and the hush
They heard, beheld an all-revealing Light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome of these sages
\ndelve deeper. They withdraw from the hold of outer life, retire into
\nthe vibrant, pure secrecies of the soul uninvaded by external
\nimpacts, and live there in immortal bliss. There in that ecstasy and
\nsilence they hear a profound Voice and behold an all-revealing Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Reach
\nthe one Self<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\ntime-made difference they overcame;
The world was fibred with
\ntheir own heart-strings;
Close-drawn to the heart that beats in
\nevery breast,
They reached the one self in all through boundless
\nlove. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey overcome the
\nbarriers of time and space. They widen their hearts and become one
\nwith the world. With their limitless love they embrace all and find
\nthe one Self that dwells in every heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nExpansion of
\nconsciousness starts from the heart and love is the door to reach the
\nunity of the Self in all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Attuned
\nto Silence<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttuned
\nto Silence and to the world-rhyme,
They loosened the knot of the
\nimprisoning mind;
Achieved was the wide untroubled witness gaze,
\n
Unsealed was Nature\u2019s great spiritual eye;
To the height of
\nheights rose now their daily climb:
Truth leaned to them from her
\nsupernal realm;
Above them blazed eternity\u2019s mystic suns. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey tune themselves
\nto the Silence looming behind things and in that Silence hear the
\nworld-rhythms. They are no longer confined within the walls of the
\nmind. Their sight is no longer limited to and distracted by apparent
\nphenomena; their inner eye opens and sees wide and far, unaffected by
\nwhat is seen. Their daily ascent reaches the peaks of their being and
\nTruth from her celestial regions leans down to them. Spiritual suns
\nof Eternity shine above them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Austere
\nAscetics<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNameless
\nthe austere ascetics without home
Abandoning speech and motion
\nand desire,
Aloof from creatures sat absorbed, alone,
Immaculate
\nin tranquil heights of self
On concentration\u2019s luminous
\nvoiceless peaks,
World-naked hermits with their matted hair
\n
Immobile as the passionless great hills
Around them grouped
\nlike thoughts of some vast mood
Awaiting the Infinite\u2019s behest
\nto end. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere also are
\nself-denuding, austere ascetics, giving up speech, motion, desire,
\nwithdrawn from fellow-beings, sitting alone absorbed in themselves on
\nthe purer heights of the self, on the silent, luminous peaks of
\nconcentration. These hermits who have renounced the world sit
\nimmobile like the tranquil hills around them,\u2014hills that look like
\nso many thoughts of some vast poise, waiting only for the Infinite’s
\nflat to end themselves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Universal
\nSeers<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nseers attuned to the universal Will,
Content in Him who smiles
\nbehind earth\u2019s forms
Abode ungrieved by the insistent days. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbout
\nthem like green trees girdling a hill
Young grave disciples
\nfashioned by their touch,
Trained to the simple act and conscious
\nword,
Greatened within and grew to meet their heights. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are seers who
\nare in time with the Universal Will, absorbed in God who ever smiles
\nbehind the exterior of earth’s forms, living unaffected by the
\npressing passage of time. Around these seers are young, earnest
\ndisciples shaped by their mere touch, trained to act directly and
\nspeak consciously; they are enlarging their consciousness from within
\nand growing towards the heights of their masters.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Wandering
\nSeekers<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFar-wandering
\nseekers on the Eternal\u2019s path
Brought to these quiet founts
\ntheir spirit\u2019s thirst
And spent the treasure of a silent hour
\n
Bathed in the purity of the mild gaze
That, uninsistent,
\nruled them from its peace,
And by its influence found the ways of
\ncalm. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo these springs of
\nQuietude, wanderers on the Path of the Eternal come to quench their
\nspiritual thirst; here they spend a rich silent hour, bathing in the
\nreigning purity of the gentle atmosphere of the place oozing peace,
\nand under its influence find the ways of calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>King-Children
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nInfants of the monarchy of the worlds,
The heroic leaders of a
\ncoming time,
King-children nurtured in that spacious air
Like
\nlions gambolling in sky and sun
Received half-consciously their
\ngodlike stamp: <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere too noble
\nchildren, chosen souls, the coming hero-leaders of the dawning
\nfuture, are nourished in the free air of the place and grow imbibing
\nhalf-consciously the greatness of the seers and seekers of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>King-Children
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFormed
\nin the type of the high thoughts they sang
They learned the wide
\nmagnificence of mood
That makes us comrades of the cosmic urge,
\n
No longer chained to their small separate selves,
Plastic and
\nfirm beneath the eternal hand,
Met Nature with a bold and
\nfriendly clasp
And served in her the Power that shapes her works.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey are formed in
\nthe mould of the high themes they sing about and they learn
\neffortlessly the poise of large vastitude that makes one share the
\ncosmic impulses; no more confined to their little separate selves,
\nmoulded easily by the hand of the Divine Shaper, they meet Nature
\nfreely, without inhibitions, and serve her executive Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Sages
\n(I)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne-souled
\nto all and free from narrowing bonds,
Large like a continent of
\nwarm sunshine
In wide equality\u2019s impartial joy,
These sages
\nbreathed for God\u2019s delight in things. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFree from the
\nconstricting bonds of ego and division, meeting all on the basis of
\none soul, radiating the warm, impersonal joy of wide equality, these
\nsages live for the natural delight of God in existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Sages
\n(II)<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssisting
\nthe slow entries of the gods,
Sowing in young minds immortal
\nthoughts they lived,
Taught the great Truth to which man\u2019s race
\nmust rise
Or opened the gates of freedom to a few,
Imparting
\nto our struggling world the Light
They breathed like spirits from
\nTime\u2019s dull yoke released,
Comrades and vessels of the cosmic
\nForce,
Using a natural mastery like the sun\u2019s:
Their
\nspeech, their silence was a help to earth. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy means of this
\ninner participation with the Divine, these sages help in the slow
\nentry of the gods into the earth-field; they sow in the young minds
\nunder their charge the immortal thoughts which they themselves live;
\nthey teach and hold up to all the great Truth to which humanity must
\nrise; they open the doors of liberation to the chosen few; themselves
\nreleased from the dreary yoke of Time, they impart to the struggling
\nworld the Light they have gained; they are both the companions and
\nthe channels of the Cosmic Force; they have a natural mastery over
\nthings as the radiant sun has. Not their speech alone but even their
\nsilence is a help to the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Oneness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmagic happiness flowed from their touch;
Oneness was sovereign in
\nthat sylvan peace,
The wild beast joined in friendship with its
\nprey,
Persuading the hatred and the strife to cease
The love
\nthat flows from the one Mother\u2019s breast
Healed with their
\nhearts the hard and wounded world. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nmies among the
\nbeasts join in friendship; hatred and strife cease. Through the
\nhearts of the sages flows the one Mother’s Love healing the wounds of
\nthe world. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Beyond
\nThought<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOthers
\nescaped from the confines of thought
To where Mind motionless
\nsleeps waiting Light\u2019s birth,
And came back quivering with a
\nnameless Force
Drunk with a wine of lightning in their cells; <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are others
\namong the sages who have gone beyond the bounds of thought to the
\nheights of being where the mind lies still, dormant, receptively
\nwaiting for the outbreak of the higher Light; when they come back
\nfrom these summits they are charged with a new Force and their very
\ncells vibrate with flashes of light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Intuitive
\nKnowledge<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntuitive
\nknowledge leaping into speech,
Hearing the subtle voice that
\nclothes the heavens,
Carrying the splendour that has lit the
\nsuns,
They sang Infinity\u2019s names and deathless powers
In
\nmetres that reflect the moving worlds,
Sight\u2019s sound-waves
\nbreaking from the soul\u2019s great deeps. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntuitive knowledge
\nflows through their words; their ear is open to the subtle sound,
\nnada, that covers the celestial realms; they bear the glory that
\nlights up the suns in the skies. They hymn the names of Infinity and
\nthe Powers Immortal in metres that correspond to the rhythms of the
\nmovement of the worlds; the seeing word, pasyanti vak, breaks out
\nfrom the pro-founds of their Soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Impersonal<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome
\nlost to the person and his strip of thought
In a motionless ocean
\nof impersonal Power,
Sat mighty, visioned with the Infinite\u2019s
\nLight,
Or, comrades of the everlasting Will,
Surveyed the
\nplan of past and future Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome are no more
\nconscious of their personal selves and thought; they are poised in a
\nstatus of immobile, vast, impersonal Power, seeing with the Light of
\nthe Infinite. In tune with the eternal Will, they survey the rollings
\nof Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World-Helping
\nIndifference<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome
\nwinged like birds out of the cosmic sea
And vanished into a
\nbright and featureless Vast:
Some silent watched the universal
\ndance,
Or helped the world by world-indifference. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome soar out of the
\nuniversal expanse and disappear into a shining, indeterminate Vast.
\nSome, steeped in Silence, watch the Cosmic play or stay indifferent
\nand yet by that indifference help the world; even their uninvolved
\npresence acts as a stable support to the world-movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Merged
\nin Self<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome
\nwatched no more merged in a lonely Self,
Absorbed in the trance
\nfrom which no soul returns,
All the occult world-lines for ever
\nclosed,
The chains of birth and person cast away:
Some
\nuncompanioned reached the Ineffable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome, however, do
\nnot watch the universe at all; they are merged in the Self that is
\naloof from everything; completely absorbed in the trance-state from
\nwhich none returns to external waking condition, they shut themselves
\noff from the various occult world-systems, freed from the bonds of
\nbirth and individuality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSome isolate
\nthemselves from everybody and everything and reach the Reality that
\nis inexpressible in speech.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Carven
\nCar Glides on<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nfloats a sunbeam through a shady place,
The golden virgin in her
\ncarven car
Came gliding among meditation\u2019s seats. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOften
\nin twilight mid returning troops
Of cattle thickening with their
\ndust the shades
When the loud day had slipped below the verge,
\n
Arriving in a peaceful hermit grove
She rested drawing round
\nher like a cloak
Its spirit of patient muse and potent prayer. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri in her
\nchariot drives past these scenes of meditation. Often she arrives at
\na peaceful hermitage in the evening as the cattle are returning home
\nafter grazing and the busy day has set; she rests there covering
\nherself, as it were, with the spirit of unhurried contemplation and
\npowerful prayer reigning in that place.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Temple
\nBeckons<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nnear to a lion river\u2019s tawny mane
And trees that worshipped on
\na praying shore,
A domed and templed air\u2019s serene repose
\n
Beckoned to her hurrying wheels to stay their speed. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr it is a domed
\ntemple exuding a serenity of repose, amidst solemn trees on the bank
\nof a river, that beckons to her to stay awhile.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Kinship
\nwith Calm<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe solemnity of a space that seemed
A mind remembering ancient
\nsilences,
Where to the heart great bygone voices called
And
\nthe large liberty of brooding seers
Had left the long impress of
\ntheir soul\u2019s scene
Awake in candid dawn or darkness mooned,
To
\nthe still touch inclined the daughter of Flame
Drank in hushed
\nsplendour between tranquil lids <\/FONT>
And
\nfelt the kinship of eternal calm. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the solemnity of
\nthat spot redolent with memories of ancient silences, where mighty
\nvoices from the past reach the heart and the wide freedom of
\ncontemplative seers has left a strong stamp of their soul-action,
\nSavitri\u2014awake in the moonlit night or at the break of dawn\u2014shares
\ntranquilly the pervading stillness and feels close to the eternal
\nCalm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Morning
\nReminds<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nmorn broke in reminding her of her quest
And from low rustic
\ncouch or mat she rose
And went impelled on her unfinished way
\n
And followed the fateful orbit of her life
Like a desire that
\nquestions silent gods,
Then passes starlike to some bright
\nBeyond. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever, with the
\ncoming of the morning Savitri is reminded of her quest. She gets up
\nfrom the humble couch or mat on which she rested during the night and
\nresumes her journey. She follows the destined curve of her life as
\nshe is impelled to, like a strong desire that meets and questions the
\ngods who answer not and without tarrying there proceeds on its way to
\nsome radiant Beyond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Solitary
\nTracts<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThence
\nto great solitary tracts she came,
Where man was a passer-by
\ntowards human scenes
Or sole in Nature\u2019s vastness strove to
\nlive
And called for help to ensouled invisible Powers,
\n
Overwhelmed by the immensity of his world
And unaware of his
\nown infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe arrives at bare
\nuninhabited tracts where man does not dwell but only passes across to
\nfind more habitable regions, or where man struggles to live in the
\nextended vastnesses of Nature and overcome by the immensity of his
\nenvironment, unconscious of his own veiled infinity, prays to the
\nGods for help.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Gods are Powers
\nof the Supreme God-head individualised and manifest in subtler forms
\nfor purposes of the Manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Earth
\nCalls<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nEarth multiplied to her a changing brow
And called her with a far
\nand nameless voice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmountains in their anchorite solitude,
The forests with their
\nmultitudinous chant
Disclosed to her the masked divinity\u2019s
\ndoors. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Earth presents
\nto Savitri a variegated landscape and beckons her farther and
\nfarther. The hermit-like mountains and the forests humming with
\ninnumerable sounds reveal to her, as it were, the doors of the
\nDivinity veiled in Earth-Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>She
\nTravels<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\ndreaming plains, an indolent expanse,
The death-bed of a pale
\nenchanted eve
Under the glamour of a sunken sky,
Impassive
\nshe lay as at an age\u2019s end,
Or crossed an eager pack of huddled
\nhills
Lifting their heads to hunt a lairlike sky,
Or
\ntravelled in a strange and empty land
Where desolate summits
\ncamped in a weird heaven,
Mute sentinels beneath a drifting moon,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri lies down
\nrelaxedly under the open skies on musing plains; she crosses clusters
\nof hills shooting into the skies; she journeys through strange and
\nvacant tracts where barren summits stand like dumb sentinels under a
\nwandering moon;<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Woods
\nand Deserts<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nwandered in some lone tremendous wood
Ringing for ever with the
\ncrickets\u2019 cry,
Or followed a long glistening serpent road
\n
Through fields and pastures lapped in moveless light
Or
\nreached the wild beauty of a desert space
Where never plough was
\ndriven nor herd had grazed
And slumbered upon stripped and
\nthirsty sands
Amid the savage wild-beast Night\u2019s appeal. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe wanders in a
\nsolitary thick forest chiming with the crickets’ cry; or she takes a
\nlong shining road darting through fields and pastures under a
\nrelentless sun; or she arrives at a desert, wildly beautiful, where
\nnothing has ever grown and sleeps there upon the bare, dry sands
\namidst the night cries of wild and savage beasts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summer
\nArrives<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill
\nunaccomplished was the fateful quest;
Still she found not the one
\npredestined face
For which she sought amid the sons of men. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngrandiose silence wrapped the regal day. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmonths had fed the passion of the sun
And now his burning breath
\nassailed the soil. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ntiger heats prowled through the fainting earth;
All was licked up
\nas by a lolling tongue. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nspring winds failed; the sky was set like bronze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill Savitri’s
\nfateful quest is not fulfilled; she has not yet found the decreed
\nperson for whom she has<\/p>\n

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