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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 Seven. The Book of Yoga<\/p>\n

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

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Book Seven: Canto 4<\/B><\/FONT><\/P>
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The Triple Soul-Forces<\/B><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


Summary
Savitri begins
\nher ascent.<\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe meets a Woman
\nwith a bright face who is sitting on a rugged ground with a sharp and
\nwounding stone beneath her feet. She embodies divine pity, for she is
\na spirit touched by the grief of all that lives in the world. She is
\nthe Mother of Seven Sorrows. She tells Savitri that she is her own
\nsecret soul that has come to share the suffering of the world. She is
\npresent wherever there is grief, pain and sorrow. She brings pity,
\nsympathy and compassion. She works and suffers hoping that one day
\nGod will come and give succour<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAs she ceases
\nspeaking there comes up like an echo the voice of the Man of Sorrows
\nwho complains bitterly that God has deliberately inflicted suffering
\nand sorrow on him. He is ever doomed to disappointment, failure and
\ndeath. He has no force to revolt against this dispensation of God; he
\nmust accept to live with grief and misery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri tells the
\nMadonna of suffering that she is a portion of her own self put out to
\nbear the sorrow of the world; but hers is the power to solace, not to
\nsave. She then answers the Mother of divine grief and compassion that
\none day she will return with the Strength of the Eternal and the
\nworld shall be freed from pain and suffering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri ascends
\nfurther and meets a woman in gold on a throne-like boulder, armed
\nwith trident and thunderbolt, with her feet upon a lion lying below.
\nShe is the Mother of Might guarding the hosts of Light from the
\nforces of Night and Death. She tells Savitri that she is her own
\nsecret soul come down into the human world to protect and save the
\nthreatened, to reward the strong. She topples down tyranny and
\ninjustice. She is Durga, she is Lakshmi, she is Kali, who is charged
\nto do God’s mighty work. She awaits the advent of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nImmediately there
\narises a warped echo from the dwarf-Titan, the Ego of the world of
\ndesire. This Voice of the vital Man declares that he is heir to the
\nforces of the earth, the premier claimant to the throne of heaven.
\nAll Nature is to serve his ambitions and he is to complete what God
\nhas left imperfect. He has exploded the atom, conquered Space and
\nsoon he shall make of the gods his menials.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri tells the
\nMadonna of Might that she is her own portion put forth to help
\nmankind onward on the route to the Supreme. But though she has given
\nstrength to men, she could not give wisdom. Savitri assures her that
\none day she will return with the saving Light; hatred, fear and
\nweakness shall go, and the cry of the ego shall be hushed for ever.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri ascends
\nstill further and steps into a happy felicitous air. Here she meets
\nthe Mother of Light who tells her that she is her (Savitri’s) own
\nsecret soul that has come down to heal the pangs of earth, draw down
\nthe harmony of the higher spheres, establish peace in man. She is
\nKnowledge, she is the Power leading towards God. She is all that is
\nthe best in humanity and she works to lift man’s soul towards the
\nLight, to prepare the ground for Love to tread the earth’s soil.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA warped echo rises
\nfrom the sense-shackled mind of man, proud even in its self-evident
\nlimitation in ignorance. This voice of man the limited mental being
\nclaims to have fathomed matter and life by its all-discovering
\nThought, but confesses to have come to a dead end before a wall of
\nall-round mystery which it cannot solve. It wonders, however, if it
\nis not best after all to stay confined to its known natural limits
\nand leave it to the wizard Gods to dream of greater heights.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri tells the
\nMadonna of Light that she is a portion of her own self come to awaken
\nand raise the soul to its rightful destiny in God. But it is vain to
\nshower the golden rain of heaven on the hard soil of the intellect.
\nThe mind of man mistakes even the rays of intuition to be its own
\nflamings, his spiritual ego swells and he stays content in the shell
\nof his sainthood. Nevertheless Savitri assures the Madonna of Light
\nthat one day she will return with the hands of God in hers so that
\nthe Face of the Supreme may be seen, the divine family be born and
\nlight and peace reign in all the worlds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Passion of first
\nAscent <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere from a low and
\nprone and listless ground
The passion of the first ascent began;
\n
A moon-bright face in a sombre cloud of hair,
A Woman sat in
\na pale lustrous robe.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA rugged and ragged
\nsoil was her bare seat,
Beneath her feet a sharp and wounding
\nstone. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere from a narrow
\npath, from a low-lying, dull ground begins the intense saga of the
\nfirst ascent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOn a bare, rough and
\nragged soil is found seated a Woman in a pale but lustrous robe. Her
\nface is bright like the moon, her hair dark, cloudlike. Her feet rest
\non a sharp stone that hurts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Divine Pity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA divine pity on the
\npeaks of the world,
A spirit touched by the grief of all that
\nlives,
She looked out far and saw from inner mind
This
\nquestionable world of outward things,
Of false appearances and
\nplausible shapes,
This dubious cosmos stretched in the ignorant
\nVoid,
The pangs of earth, the toil and speed of the stars
And
\nthe difficult birth and dolorous end of life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn embodiment of
\ndivine ‘pity on the summits of the world, a spirit that is moved by
\nthe grief of all that lives in the world, this woman looks out far
\nand with her inner mind sees this doubtful world full of things that
\nare turned outwards, of appearances that are false, of forms that are
\nbut seemingly true; she sees this uncertain cosmos spread out in a
\nVoid of Ignorance. She observes the pangs of the struggling earth,
\nthe labour and the movement of the stars, the painful birth and the
\nsad end of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mother of
\nSorrows <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAccepting the
\nuniverse as her body of woe,
The Mother of the seven sorrows bore
\n
The seven stabs that pierced her bleeding heart:
The beauty
\nof sadness lingered on her face,
Her eyes were dim with the
\nancient stain of tears.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer heart was riven
\nwith the world\u2019s agony
And burdened with the sorrow and
\nstruggle in Time,
An anguished music trailed in her rapt voice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe is the Mother of
\nSorrows who accepts the whole universe with its suffering as her
\nbody. She bears the seven’ stabs of sorrow that pierce her bleeding
\nheart. On her face is a hesitating beauty of sadness; her eyes are
\ndim with the long past stain of tears; her heart is cut through by
\nthe agony of the world, loaded with its sorrow and struggle down the
\nages in Time; there is a note of poignant music in her intent voice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\neven in number
\ncorresponding to the seven principles of existence which undergo
\ndeformation in this world of Ignorance e.g. Existence, Consciousness,
\nBliss, Truth-will, Mind, Life and Matter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sharing world’s
\nSuffering <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbsorbed in a deep
\ncompassion\u2019s ecstasy,
Lifting the mild ray of her patient gaze,
\n
In soft sweet training words slowly she spoke:
\u201cO Savitri,
\nI am thy secret soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo share the
\nsuffering of the world I came,
I draw my children\u2019s pangs into
\nmy breast. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the nurse of
\nthe dolour beneath the stars;
I am the soul of all who wailing
\nwrithe
Under the ruthless harrow of the Gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWrapt in the ecstasy
\nof her deep compassion, raising her mild, patient gaze, slowly she
\nspeaks in soft, sweet succession of words;<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"O Savitri, I
\nam none else than thy own secret soul. I have come to share the
\nsuffering of the world. All are my children and their pangs I draw
\ninto my breast. I nurse all the sorrow and distress that exists below
\nthe starry skies of the world. I am the soul of all who cry and
\nstruggle in pain under the pitiless goad of the Gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am in all that
\nsuffers <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am woman, nurse
\nand slave and beaten beast;
I tend the hands that gave me cruel
\nblows;
The hearts that spurned my love and zeal I serve;
I am
\nthe courted queen, the pampered doll,
I am the giver of the bowl
\nof rice,
I am the worshipped Angel of the House.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am in all that
\nsuffers and that cries.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am in all
\nthat suffers and cries in pain-in woman, in nurse, in slave, in the
\nflogged beast. I nourish the hands that give me heartless blows. I
\nserve the hearts that have spurned my love and zeal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nI am most sought
\nafter by all \u2014 the courted queen, the doll on whom all indulgence
\nis lavished. I take on the suffering of all; I give food to the
\nhungry; I preside over the homesteads of ‘men and relieve their pain;
\nthey worship me as the Angel of the house.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My vain Prayer <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMine is the prayer
\nthat climbs in vain from earth,
I am traversed by my creatures\u2019
\nagonies,
I am the spirit in a world of pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe scream of
\ntortured flesh and tortured hearts
Fall\u2019n back on heart and
\nflesh unheard by Heaven
Has rent with helpless grief and wrath my
\nsoul. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I pray for the
\nsuffering but my prayer goes forth in vain. The agonies of the
\ncreatures I look after stream into me. I am the spirit that indwells
\nthis world of pain. The cry of the tortured body and the heart
\nsubjected to painful suffering is not heard by the Gods and it falls
\nback on the body and heart in agony; this vain cry tears my soul with
\nhelpless grief and anger.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
No power to save
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have seen the
\npeasant burning in his hut,
I have seen the slashed corpse of the
\nslaughtered child,
Heard woman\u2019s cry ravished and stripped and
\nhaled
Amid the bayings of the hell-hound mob,
I have looked
\non, I had no power to save.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have brought no
\narm of strength to aid or slay;
God gave me love, he gave me not
\nhis force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Helpless, I
\nhave watched the poor peasant burning in agony in his thatched hut,
\nseen the murder of the innocent child, heard the cries of the woman
\ndragged, stripped and raped amid the roar of the frenzied mob. I
\ncould only look on, for I had no power to save. I have no arm of
\nstrength to help the needy or destroy the wicked. God has given me
\nonly love with which I feel the sufferings of all, he has not given
\nme his force to help them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Share the toil
\nand fear <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have shared the
\ntoil of the yoked animal drudge
Pushed by the goad, encouraged by
\nthe whip;
I have shared the fear-filled life of bird and beast,
\n
Its long hunt for the day\u2019s precarious food,
Its covert
\nslink and crouch and hungry prowl,
Its pain and terror seized by
\nbeak and claw.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Not only do I
\nshare in the sufferings of the human kind but equally those of bird
\nand beast. I have suffered with the yoked animal toiling under the
\nlashes of the whip and the pressings of the goad. I have participated
\nin the fear-ridden life of bird and beast, in its incessant hunt for
\nthe day’s food, in its stealthy approaches, its fell swoop, its
\nhungry prowl, its pain and terror when seized by the merciless beak
\nand claw of the devourer.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Burden of Misery
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have shared the
\ndaily life of common men,
Its petty pleasures and its petty
\ncares,
Its press of troubles and haggard horde of ills,
Earth\u2019s
\ntrail of sorrow hopeless of relief,
The unwanted tedious labour
\nwithout joy,
And the burden of misery and the strokes of fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have shared
\nthe humdrum life of the common man, its small pleasures and petty
\ncares, its run of troubles and its weary crowd of ills. I have
\nexperienced the never ending sorrow of earth with no prospect of
\nrelief, the forced tiring labour without any joy, the load of misery
\nand the strokes of the whip of fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pity and
\nSympathy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have been pity,
\nleaning over pain
And the tender smile that heals the wounded
\nheart
And sympathy making life less hard to bear.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have been
\nthe pity that leans over those who suffer from pain, the tender smile
\nthat comforts and heals the wounded heart, the sympathy that soothes
\nand helps and makes life less difficult to bear.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Near to Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan has felt near my
\nunseen face and hands;
I have become the sufferer and his moan,
\n
I have lain down with the mangled and the slain,
I have lived
\nwith the prisoner in his dungeon cell,
Heavy on my shoulders
\nweighs the yoke of Time:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Man has felt
\nthe closeness of my face and hands though they are unseen; I have
\nidentified myself and become one with the sufferer and his moan; I
\nhave shared the pain of the attacked and the slain; I have lived with
\nthe prisoner in his dark, nether cell. The yoke of Time that I bear
\nweighs heavy on my shoulders.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Creation’s Load <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNothing refusing of
\ncreation\u2019s load,
I have borne all and know I still must bear:
\n
Perhaps when the world sinks into a last sleep,
I too may
\nsleep in dumb eternal peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have refused
\nnothing of the burden of creation;I have borne fully and I know that
\nI still have tobear more. Maybe, when the world at last lapses into
\nthe final sleep, I too may be able to rest, in mute, unbroken peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Indifference of
\nHeaven <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have borne the
\ncalm indifference of Heaven,
Watched Nature\u2019s cruelty to
\nsuffering things
While God passed silent by nor turned to help.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet have I cried not
\nout against his will,
Yet have I not accused his cosmic Law.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have borne
\nthe undisturbed indifference of Heaven to the sufferings on the earth
\nbelow; I have watched Nature’s cruelty \u2014 when there should be
\nsympathy \u2014 to suffering things, while God silently passed by
\nwithout turning to help. Still I have not arraigned the Cosmic Law,
\nmade by him, which inflicts suffering and is unmoved by it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Patient Prayer <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly to change this
\ngreat hard world of pain
A patient prayer has risen from my
\nbreast;
A pallid resignation lights my brow,
Within me a
\nblind faith and mercy dwell;
I carry the fire that never can be
\nquenched
And the compassion that supports the suns.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"However, an
\nuntiring prayer has risen from my heart to change this hard and
\ndifficult world of pain. Meanwhile I am quietly resigned to wait.
\nThere is in me a sure, blind faith that all this will change, an
\nunfailing mercy awaits all. In me is the unquenchable fire of call
\nand aspiration, in me also is the compassion that sustains the
\nuniverse.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God shall come <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the hope that
\nlooks towards my God,
My God who never came to me till now;
His
\nvoice I hear that ever says \u2018I come\u2019:
I know that one day he
\nshall come at last.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Mine is the
\nundying hope that looks towards my God, who, however, has not come to
\nme as yet. But I hear his voice constantly assuring me of his
\ncorning, and I know for certain that one day he will indeed come."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Voice of Wrath <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe ceased, and like
\nan echo from below
Answering her pathos of divine complaint
A
\nvoice of wrath took up the dire refrain,
A growl of thunder or
\nroar of angry beast,
The beast that crouching growls within man\u2019s
\ndepths,\u2014
Voice of a tortured Titan once a God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe ceases speaking
\nand like an echo from below, as if in answer to her tragic, divine
\ncomplaint of the world’s suffering, a voice of anger rises to take up
\nthe dire intoning. It is like the rumble of thunder, the roar of an
\nangry beast crouching and growling in the nether depths of man. It is
\nthe voice of a tortured Titan who was once a God before he wilfully
\nforsook the truth of his godhood and struck out on his own deviation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man of sorrows <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cI am the Man of
\nSorrows, I am he
Who is nailed on the wide cross of the universe;
\n
To enjoy my agony God built the earth,
My passion he has made
\nhis drama\u2019s theme.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has sent me naked
\ninto his bitter world
And beaten me with his rods of grief and
\npain
That I might cry and grovel at his feet
And offer him
\nworship with my blood and tears.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am the
\neternal man of sorrows, the creature who has been given birth in
\norder to suffer, I am the one who is ever nailed on the cross that is
\nthe universe. Indeed God built this earth in order that he may enjoy
\nmy agony; he has made my intense suffering the theme of his play.
\nInto this cold, bitter world he has sent me naked, beaten me with his
\nrods of grief and pain in order that I might cry out and roll at his
\nfeet and worship him with my blood and tears.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am Prometheus <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am Prometheus
\nunder the vulture\u2019s beak,
Man, the discoverer of the undying
\nFire,
In the flame he kindled burning like a moth;
I am the
\nseeker who can never find,
I am the fighter who can never win,
I
\nam the runner who never touched his goal;
Hell tortures me with
\nthe edges of my thought,
Heaven tortures me with the splendour of
\nmy dreams. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am that
\nPrometheus’ who first brought Fire for Man stealing it from Heaven
\nand was made to suffer therefor by being chained to a rock while an
\neagle tore at his flesh; I am the man who had to bum like a moth in
\nthe flame he kindled. I am he who seeks but can never find what is
\nsought; I am he who fights but can never win what he fights for; I am
\nhe who runs but can never reach the goal he aims at. Hell tortures me
\nin the form of my painful thoughts; Heaven tortures me by making me
\ndream splendid things which I shall never realise.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I toil like the
\nAnimal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat profit have I
\nof my human soul?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI toil like the
\nanimal, like the animal die.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am man the rebel,
\nman the helpless serf;
Fate and my fellows cheat me of my wage.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nof the Greek
\nlegend."The fact that I have a human soul has gained me nothing;
\nI have to toil like the animal and die like the animal. I am the man
\nthat revolts, the man who has to slave helplessly. I am always
\ncheated of my dues by my fellowmen and by Fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Servitude <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI loosen with my
\nblood my servitude\u2019s seal
And shake from my aching neck the
\noppressor\u2019s knees
Only to seat new tyrants on my back:
My
\nteachers lesson me in slavery,
I am shown God\u2019s stamp and my
\nown true signature
Upon the sorry contract of my fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I revolt, I
\nshed my blood to free myself from the yoke of the oppressor, only to
\nfind that I have replaced the old tyrant with a new one. My teachers
\ntrain me to live in slavery. I am shown the seal of God and my own
\nconsent through my Karma to the binding hold of my fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Envy and Hate <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have loved, but
\nnone has loved me since my birth;
My fruit of works is given to
\nother hands:
All that is left me is my evil thoughts,
My
\nsordid quarrel against God and man,
Envy of the riches that I
\ncannot share,
Hate of a happiness that is not mine.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have loved
\nothers, but none has ever loved me since I was born. I work, but the
\nfruit of my works is always given to others. What is left for me is
\nonly my evil thoughts, my mean quarrel against men and God, my envy
\nof the riches that others have but I have not, my hatred of a
\nhappiness that others enjoy but I do not.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My fate ever the
\nsame <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI know my fate will
\never be the same,
It is my Nature\u2019s work that cannot change:
I
\nhave loved for mine, not for the beloved\u2019s sake,
I have loved
\nfor myself and not for others\u2019 lives.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I know that
\nthis my fate will be the same for ever. For it is the product of my
\nown Nature which cannot change.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nI have loved, but
\nfor my own selfish sake, not unselfishly for the sake .of the
\n‘beloved. In 1oving others, I have loved myself and for myself, not
\ntruly for others in themselves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Petty Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach in himself is
\nsole by Nature\u2019s law,
So God has made his harsh and dreadful
\nworld,
So has he built the petty heart of man;
Only by force
\nand ruse can man survive:
For pity is a weakness in his breast,
\n
His goodness is a laxity in the nerves,
His kindness an
\ninvestment for return,
His altruism is ego\u2019s other face:
He
\nserves the world that him the world may serve.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Each is for
\nhimself; that is the law of Nature. That is how God the creator has
\nmade thiF cruel and dreadful world; that is how he has formed the
\npetty – small and mean \u2014 heart of man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan can survive in
\nthe struggle for existence in this world only by force and cunning.
\nHis pity is a weakness in his heart, his goodness an inability of his
\nnerves to be otherwise. When he is kind, his kindness is not genuine,
\nbut only a calculated move for some future benefit to accrue from
\nthat act. His altruism is another form of ego; through that he seeks
\nsome aggrandisement of his ego \u2014 fame, prominence etc. When he
\nserves the world, he serves with the joie intention that the world in
\nreturn may serve him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God has taken my
\nForce <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf once the Titan\u2019s
\nstrength could wake in me,
If Enceladus from Etna could arise,
I
\nthen would reign the master of the world
And like a God enjoy
\nman\u2019s bliss and pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut God has taken
\nfrom me the ancient force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If only the
\nrebellious Titan’s strength dormant in the could awake, if only the
\ngiant lying submerged in my nether regions could arise, I would make
\nmyself the master of the world and delight in joy and pain like a
\nGod. But God has robbed me of the force that belonged to me of old.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
By suffering I
\nExcel <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a dull
\nconsent in my sluggish heart,
A fierce satisfaction with my
\nspecial pangs
As if they made me taller than my kind;
Only by
\nsuffering can I excel.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In my dull
\nheart there is a lifeless consent to all this. I have a fierce
\nsatisfaction in my special pains as though they make me more
\ndistinguished, special, from the rest of mankind. It seems as if I
\ncan excel others only by suffering more than they suffer.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Moan and Hate <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the victim of
\ntitanic ills,
I am the doer of demoniac deeds;
I was made for
\nevil, evil is my lot;
Evil I must be and by evil live;
Nought
\nother can I do but be myself;
What Nature made me, that I must
\nremain. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI suffer and toil
\nand weep; I moan and hate.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Of all the
\nhuge ills of the world I am the victim. Of all evi-, frenzied deeds I
\nam the doer. I was made for evil and evil is my destined lot. I needs
\nmust be evil and live by evil. I cannot do anything else but be
\nmyself – live out my evil existence. What Nature has made me, that I
\nam and that I must remain. I suffer, toil and weep; I moan under my
\nload and hate all for this my lot."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Power to Solace <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd Savitri heard
\nthe Voice, the echo heard
And turning to her being of pity spoke:
\n
\u201cMadonna of suffering, Mother of grief divine,
Thou art a
\nportion of my soul put forth
To bear the unbearable sorrow of the
\nworld. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou art,
\nmen yield not to their doom,
But ask for happiness and strive
\nwith fate;
Because thou art, the wretched still can hope.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut thine is the
\npower to solace, not to save.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri hears the
\nVoice and then the echo (by the Man of Sorrows); she turns to her who
\nis her own being of pity and speaks:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"Madonna of
\nsuffering, Mother of divine grief, thou art really a portion of my
\nown soul specially put forth to bear the sorrow of the world that
\nnone else can bear.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou art
\nhere bearing the suffering, men do not go under the heels of their
\ndoom; they claim happiness and struggle with fate to obtain it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou art,
\nthe miserable ones can still hope for better things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever, the power
\nthou hast is only the power to comfort; it cannot save men from
\nsuffering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I will return
\nwith strength <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne day I will
\nreturn, a bringer of strength,
And make thee drink from the
\nEternal\u2019s cup;
His streams of force shall triumph in thy limbs
\n
And Wisdom\u2019s calm control thy passionate heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy love shall be
\nthe bond of human kind,
Compassion the bright king of Nature\u2019s
\nacts:
Misery shall pass abolished from the earth;
The world
\nshall be freed from the anger of the Beast,
From the cruelty of
\nthe Titan and his pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere shall be peace
\nand joy for ever more.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"One day I
\nshall return bringing strength with me and make thee drink from the
\ncup of the Eternal Being. His streams of force shall glory in thy
\nlimbs, and the calm of Wisdom shall control thy heart which is so
\npassionate. Thy love shall act as the common bond of mankind, thy
\nCompassion shall radiantly rule over Nature’s acts. Misery shall
\ncease upon earth. The world shall be freed from the uncontrollable
\nanger of the nether Beast, freed from the cruelty of the Titan and
\nthe pain inflicted by him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere shall reign
\nonly peace and joy for ever and thereafter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri passes
\non upward <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn passed she in her
\nspirit\u2019s upward route.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn ardent grandeur
\nclimbed mid ferns and rocks,
A quiet wind flattered the heart to
\nwarmth,
A finer perfume breathed from slender trees.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll beautiful grew,
\nsubtle and high and strange.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri passes on
\nalong the upward route of her Spirit. There is a pressing grandeur of
\nforests and rocks. A quiet wind warms the heart. From the slender
\ntrees emanates a delicate perfume. All grows beautiful, subtle, lofty
\nand strange.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Woman in Gold
\nand Purple <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere on a boulder
\ncarved like a huge throne
A Woman sat in gold and purple sheen,
\n
Armed with the trident and the thunderbolt,
Her feet upon a
\ncouchant lion\u2019s back.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA formidable smile
\ncurved round her lips,
Heaven-fire laughed in the corners of her
\neyes;
Her body a mass of courage and heavenly strength,
She
\nmenaced the triumph of the nether gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere on a
\nthrone-like boulder is seated a Woman in golden and purple splendour.
\nShe has a trident and a thunderbolt in her hands. Her feet rest upon
\na prone lion’s back. There is a formidable smile round her lips, a
\ncelestial fire scintillates in her glance; her body exudes massive
\ncourage and unearthly strength.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe threatens the
\ntriumph of the lower powers.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Halo of
\nLightnings <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA halo of lightnings
\nflamed around her head
And sovereignty a great cestus zoned her
\nrobe
And majesty and victory sat with her
Guarding in the
\nwide cosmic battle-field
Against the flat equality of Death
And
\nthe all-levelling insurgent Night
The hierarchy of the ordered
\nPowers,
The high changeless values, the peaked eminences,
The
\nprivileged aristocracy of Truth,
And in the governing Ideal\u2019s
\nsun
The triumvirate of wisdom, love and bliss
And the sole
\nautocracy of the absolute Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAround her head is a
\nhalo of lightnings, an aura of sovereignty surrounds her robe. In the
\nbattlefield of the cosmos, majesty and victory accompany her,
\nguarding against Death the leveller and the all-swallower and against
\nuprushing Night, the hierarchical organisation of the Powers of
\nCreation, the high, eternal Values,the lofty heights, the privileged
\nnobility of Truth, the triple rulership of wisdom, love and bliss
\nunder the sun of the governing Ideal, and the sole, unquestioned rule
\nof the absolute Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mother of Might <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAugust on her seat
\nin the inner world of Mind,
The Mother of Might looked down on
\npassing things,
Listened to the advancing tread of Time,
Saw
\nthe irresistible wheeling of the suns
And heard the thunder of
\nthe march of God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmid the swaying
\nforces in their strife
Sovereign was her word of luminous
\ncommand,
Her speech like a war-cry rang or a pilgrim chant.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMajestic on her seat
\nin the inner realms of the Mind, the Mother of Might looks down upon
\nthe passing phenomena of the world, listens to the onward march of
\nTime, sees the unimpeded revolutions of the suns and hears the
\nthunder of the approach of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAmidst the clash of
\nthe forces asway, her word of luminous command is imperious, her
\nspeech rings like a booming war-cry or like a grand pilgrim-chant.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her Puissant
\nVoice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA charm restoring
\nhope in failing hearts,
Aspired the harmony of her puissant
\nvoice:
\u201cO Savitri, I am thy secret soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have come down
\ninto the human world
And the movement watched by an unsleeping
\nEye
And the dark contrariety of earth\u2019s fate
And the battle
\nof the bright and sombre Powers.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer powerful voice
\nrises up in its harmony, restoring hope in drooping hearts like a
\ncharm:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"O Savitri, I
\nam thy own secret soul. I have come down into this human world, into
\nthis movement watched by the winkless Eye of God,’ the incessant
\nconflict raging between the bright and the dark Powers: a conflict of
\noppositions that forms the dark and contradicting fate of the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fortune and Fate
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI stand upon earth\u2019s
\npaths of danger and grief
And help the unfortunate and save the
\ndoomed. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo the strong I
\nbring the guerdon of their strength,
To the weak I bring the
\narmour of my force;
To men who long I carry their coveted joy:
I
\nam fortune justifying the great and wise
By the sanction of the
\nplaudits of the crowd,
Then trampling them with the armed heel of
\nFate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI stand and wait
\nupon the paths of danger and grief and help those who are
\nunfortunate, save those who asvapnajah (of the Veda)are doomed. To
\nthem who are strong, I bring the reward for their exertions of
\nstrength; to those who are weak I bring the protection of my Force.
\nTo those who long for it I bring the desired joy. I am Fortune who
\nsmiles upon the great and the wise confirming their greatness and
\nwisdom by the approval of the populace and then tramples them under
\nthe heels of Fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Topple Tyrant
\nKings <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy ear is leaned to
\nthe cry of the oppressed,
I topple down the thrones of tyrant
\nkings:
A cry comes from proscribed and hunted lives
Appealing
\nto me against a pitiless world,
A voice of the forsaken and
\ndesolate
And the lone prisoner in his dungeon cell.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMen hail in my
\ncoming the Almighty\u2019s force
Or praise with thankful tears his
\nsaviour Grace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n‘My listening is
\nalways turned to the cry of those who are oppressed. I pull down the
\nthrones of kings who are tyrants. The cries of those who are
\npersecuted and hunted appealing to me for succour against a pitiless
\nworld reach me; so too the voice of the abandoned, forlorn and lonely
\nprisoner from his dungeon cell.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOn my advent men
\neither salute and greet the Force of the Almighty God or they praise
\nwith movedgratitude his saviour Grace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Durga, Lakshmi,
\nKali <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI smite the Titan
\nwho bestrides the world
And slay the ogre in his blood-stained
\nden. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am Durga, goddess
\nof the proud and strong,
And Laksmi, queen of the fair and
\nfortunate;
I wear the face of Kali when I kill,
I trample the
\ncorpses of the demon hordes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I smite the
\nTitan who dominates the world; I slay the man-eating giant in his
\nbloody den. I am Durga the goddess worshipped by the proud and the
\nstrong. I am Lakshmi, adored of the fair and the fortunate. I put on
\nthe mask of Kali when I kill and I trample beneath my feet the dead
\nbodies of the demon hosts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Charged by God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am charged by God
\nto do his mighty work,
Uncaring I serve his will who sent me
\nforth,
Reckless of peril and earthly consequence.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI reason not of
\nvirtue and of sin
But do the deed he has put into my heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI fear not for the
\nangry frown of Heaven,
I flinch not from the red assault of Hell;
\n
I crush the opposition of the gods,
Tread down a million
\ngoblin obstacles.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God has
\ncharged me with his mighty work. In serving the Will of God who has
\nsent me forth, I care for nothing, neither for peril nor material
\nconsequence. I do not reason whether my acts are virtuous or sinful;
\nI go on to do what he inspires me to do. I do not fear the anger and
\ndisapproval of Heaven; I do not shrink from the bloody assault of
\nHell; I crush the opposition of the gods who come in my way; I
\ntrample down the obstacles of distracting demons in their millions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Guide to the
\nDivine Path <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI guide man to the
\npath of the Divine
And guard him from the red Wolf and the Snake.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI set in his mortal
\nhand my heavenly sword
And put on him the breastplate of the
\ngods. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI break the ignorant
\npride of human mind
And lead the thought to the wideness of the
\nTruth;
I rend man\u2019s narrow and successful life
And force
\nhis sorrowful eyes to gaze at the sun
That he may die to earth
\nand live in his soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I guide man to
\nthe path that leads to the Divine, I guard him from hostile violence
\nand treachery. I place my celestial sword in his mortal hand and put
\non him the protecting breastplate of the gods. I break the ignorant,
\nself-complacent pride of the human mind and lead thought into the
\nwidenesses of Truth that are closed to the mind as long as it stays
\ncontent in its limiting ignorance and the pride arising from it. I
\ntear asunder man’s narrow and pettily successful life and compel him
\nto look upwards, force his eyes full of the tears of earthly sorrow
\nto gaze at the sun above, in order that he may turn away from the
\nlife of the body and live the higher life of his soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Obstinate World
\nResists <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI know the goal, I
\nknow the secret route:
I have studied the map of the invisible
\nworlds;
I am the battle\u2019s head, the journey\u2019s star.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut the great
\nobstinate world resists my word,
And the crookedness and evil in
\nman\u2019s heart
Is stronger than Reason, profounder than the Pit,
\n
And the malignancy of hostile Powers
Puts craftily back the
\nclock of destiny
And mightier seems than the eternal Will.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I know what
\nthe goal is and I also know the secret route to it. I have studied
\nthe chart of the supra-physical, invisible worlds in this Cosmos. I
\nam the chief of the battle, the star that guides the journey. But
\nthis great world, in its ignorant obstinacy, opposes and resists my
\nlead. The crookedness and the evil that are lodged in the heart of
\nman are stronger than his Reason, deeper than his subconscious. The
\nharmful wickedness of hostile Powers cunningly slows down the course
\nof destiny and it looks as if it is stronger than the Will of the
\nEternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His seal on my
\nTask <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe cosmic evil is
\ntoo deep to unroot:
The cosmic suffering is too vast to heal.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA few I guide who
\npass me towards the Light;
A few I save, the mass falls back
\nunsaved;
A few I help, the many strive and fail:
But my heart
\nI have hardened and I do my work:
Slowly the Light grows greater
\nin the East,
Slowly the world progresses on God\u2019s road.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis seal is on my
\ntask, it cannot fail:
I shall hear the silver swing of heaven\u2019s
\ngates
When God comes out to meet the soul of the world.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The evil that
\ninfects the cosmos is too deep to be dislodged; the suffering that
\npervades the world is too vast to be healed. Of those who pass by me,
\nI am able to guide only a few towards the Light; I am able to save
\nonly a few, the rest \u2014 the bulk \u2014 fall back unsaved; I am able to
\nhelp only a few, the rest struggle and fail.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nYet I have steeled
\nmy heart and I do my work. Slowly the Light of God’s Sun grows
\nstronger in the East and slowly the world moves forward on God’s
\nroad.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMy task cannot fail
\nbecause the seal and sanction of God is on it. One day I shall hear
\nthe sweet sound of the opening of the gates of Heaven when God will
\ncome out to greet the aspiring and ascending Soul of the world.\u201d<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Warped Echo <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe spoke and from
\nthe lower human world
An answer, a warped echo met her speech;
\n
The voice came through the spaces of the mind
Of the
\ndwarf-Titan, the deformed chained god
Who strives to master his
\nnature\u2019s rebel stuff
And make the universe his instrument.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs the speech of the
\nMother of Might ceases, there comes from the lower human world a
\ndeformed echo in answer. This voice coming through the spaces of the
\nmind is of the diminutive Titan, the perverted god in chains who
\nstruggles to conquer his rebellious nature and through that mastery
\nutilise the whole universe as an instrument for his own purpose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Titan is the
\nfallen god who strives to dominate the world by the powers acquired
\nthrough his asuric tapasya, his self-coercing askesis.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ego of this
\nWorld of Desire <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Ego of this
\ngreat world of desire
Claimed earth and the wide heavens for the
\nuse
Of man, head of the life it shapes on earth,
Its
\nrepresentative and conscious soul,
And symbol of evolving light
\nand force
And vessel of the godhead that must be.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Ego of this
\nworld full of desire claims the entire earth and the spacious heavens
\nfor the aggrandisement of man who is the crown of the life it builds
\non earth, man who is at once its agent and its conscious centre \u2014
\nthe soul \u2014, a symbol of the growing light and force on earth and
\nthe vehicle of the godhead that is to come…<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man, Nature’s
\nStruggling Lord <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA thinking animal,
\nNature\u2019s struggling lord
Has made of her his nurse and tool and
\nslave
And pays to her as wage and emolument
Inescapably by a
\ndeep law in things
His heart\u2019s grief and his body\u2019s death and
\npain;
His pains are her means to grow, to see and feel;
His
\ndeath assists her immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan is an animal
\nthat has learnt to think; he is the struggling lord of Nature who
\nuses Nature as his ‘nurse, his tool and his slave. But an inexorable
\nlaw in Creation, makes him pay Nature as her wage and allowance with
\nhis heart’s grief and his body’s pain and death. By his sufferings
\nNature grows, learns to see and feel. Through his death she gains
\nimmortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan lords over
\nNature but is obliged to pay for this with suffering and death. And
\nNature grows through his pain and suffering.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Slave of his
\nSlave <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA tool and slave of
\nhis own slave and tool,
He praises his free will and his master
\nmind
And is pushed by her upon her chosen paths;
Possessor he
\nis possessed and, ruler, ruled,
Her conscious automaton, her
\ndesire\u2019s dupe.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis soul is her
\nguest, a sovereign mute, inert,
His body her robot, his life her
\nway to live,
His conscious mind her strong revolted serf.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan imagines he is
\nfree, that he is the master of Nature. In fact he is a tool and slave
\nof Nature. He praises his will as free and his mind as the master,
\nbut all the while it is Nature who pushes him along the roads that
\nshe has chosen. Possessor of Nature in a sense, he is possessed by
\nher; ruler of Nature, he is ruled by her. Man is a mechanical
\ncreature of Nature made conscious; he is the cheated victim of her
\ndesire. His soul is only a guest of Nature \u2014 not her master an
\ninert, mute sovereign; his body is her mechanical instrument; it is
\nshe who lives in his life, his life is her mode of living; his mind
\nthat has become conscious is really her slave who tries hard but
\nuselessly to rebel against. her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am the Heir <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe voice rose up
\nand smote some inner sun:
\u201cI am the heir of the forces of the
\nearth,
Slowly I make good my right to my estate;
A growing
\ngodhead in her divinised mud,
I climb, a claimant to the throne
\nof heaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe last born of the
\nearth I stand the first;
Her slow millenniums waited for my
\nbirth. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe voice rises up
\nand strikes some shining chord within:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"I, I inherit
\nall the forces that belong to this earth; this is my estate and
\nslowly I shall establish my right to it. A godhead growing in
\nearth-matter as it is being divinised, I climb, claiming the throne
\nof heaven for myself. Of all the creatures born on earth I am the
\nlast in time but the first in importance. Earth has waited for my
\nbirth during the millenniums of her slow evolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am Unevolved
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough I live in
\nTime besieged by Death,
Precarious owner of my body and soul
\n
Housed on a little speck amid the stars,
For me and my use
\nthe universe was made.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal spirit in
\nthe perishing clay,
I am God still unevolved in human form;
Even
\nif he is not, he becomes in me.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"True, I live
\nin passing Time under the siege of Death; I own my body and soul but
\nuncertainly; the earth on which I live is but a tiny speck amid the
\nhuge galaxies of stars, yet all this universe was made for me and for
\nmy use. I am the immortal spirit in the perishing body of Matter, I
\nam God who is yet to evolve in human form. Even if God did not exist
\nat first, he comes into being in me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth my Floor
\nand Sky my Roof <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe sun and moon are
\nlights upon my path;
Air was invented for my lungs to breathe,
\n
Conditioned as a wide and wallless space
For my winged
\nchariot\u2019s wheels to cleave a road,
The sea was made for me to
\nswim and sail
And bear my golden commerce on its back:
It
\nlaughs cloven by my pleasure\u2019s gliding keel,
I laugh at its
\nblack stare of fate and death.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe earth is my
\nfloor, the sky my living\u2019s roof.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The sun and
\nthe moon were created to light my path; air was invented for my lungs
\nto breathe and it is formulated as vast and unbounded space in which
\nmy chariot can forge its course; the sea was made for me to swim in
\nand to sail upon and to bear my fleet carrying rich commerce; the sea
\nbreaks into laughter when my ships of pleasure cleave its surface and
\ncourse through it and I laugh at the ominous stare of its angry
\nwaters. The earth is designed to be my floor and the sky my roof; the
\nwhole space in between is my dwelling place.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wiser than God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll was prepared
\nthrough many a silent age.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGod made experiments
\nwith animal shapes,
Then only when all was ready I was born.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI was born weak and
\nsmall and ignorant,
A helpless creature in a difficult world,
\n
Travelling through my brief years with death at my side:
I
\nhave grown greater than Nature, wiser than God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For many
\nsilent ages preparation for my advent was made. God made experiments
\nwith many an animal form and only when all was ready, I took birth on
\nearth. It is true that when I was born I was weak, small and
\nignorant, a helpless creature in a hostile world, living my brief
\nlife, constantly threatened by death; but now I have grown greater
\nthan Nature herself, I have grown wiser than God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Powers <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have made real
\nwhat she never dreamed,
I have seized her powers and harnessed
\nfor my work,
I have shaped her metals and new metals made;
I
\nwill make glass and raiment out of milk,
Make iron velvet, water
\nunbreakable stone,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What Nature
\ncould never even dream of I have made real. I have taken hold of her
\nmany powers and harnessed them for my purpose. I have used and shaped
\nher metals, I have in fact made metals of my own. I shall make glass
\nand cloth even out of milk, turn hard iron into soft velvet, convert
\nflowing water into hard, rigid stone.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Magic’s Skill
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike God in his
\nastuce of artist skill,
Mould from one primal plasm protean
\nforms,
In single nature multitudinous lives,
All that
\nimagination can conceive
In mind intangible, remould anew
In
\nMatter\u2019s plastic solid and concrete;
No magic can surpass my
\nmagic\u2019s skill.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is no miracle
\nI shall not achieve.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Like God with
\nhis creative skill, I shall mould varying forms from one original
\nplasm, bring out innumerable lives from one single nature, rebuild
\nanew into matter’s plastic solid and concrete all the intangible
\nconceptions of the imagination and the mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMy magic’s skill
\ncannot be surpassed by any other magic.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I complete what
\nGod has left <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat God imperfect
\nleft, I will complete,
Out of a tangled mind and half-made soul
\n
His sin and error I will eliminate;
What he invented not, I
\nshall invent:
He was the first creator, I am the last.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I shall
\nimprove upon God. What he left imperfect, incomplete, I shall
\ncomplete. I shall eliminate his sin and error from the enmeshed mind
\nand half-made soul that he has left; what he has not invented, I
\nshall invent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHe was the first
\ncreator, but I am the last.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I have found the
\nAtom <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have found the
\natoms from which he built the worlds:
The first tremendous cosmic
\nenergy
Missioned shall leap to slay my enemy kin,
Expunge a
\nnation or abolish a race,
Death\u2019s silence leave where there was
\nlaughter and joy.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have
\ndiscovered the atoms from which God built the worlds. Directed by me,
\nthis tremendous cosmic primal energy shall explode and kill my enemy,
\neliminate a nation or abolish a whole race; it shall displace
\nlaughter and joy with the silence of death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Miracles <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr the fissured
\ninvisible shall spend God\u2019s force
To extend my comforts and
\nexpand my wealth,
To speed my car which now the lightnings drive
\n
And turn the engines of my miracles.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI will take his
\nmeans of sorcery from his hands
And do with them greater wonders
\nthan his best.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or, the
\nexploded unseen atom shall release energy to multiply my comforts and
\nadd to my wealth, to speed up my car which is driven by electricity
\nat present and run the motors of my miracles.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nI will take in my
\nhands God’s means of magic and with them perform greater miracles
\nthan the best he has done.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I have Mastered <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet through it all I
\nhave kept my balanced thought;
I have studied my being, I have
\nexamined the world,
I have grown a master of the arts of life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have tamed the
\nwild beast trained to be my friend;
He guards my house, looks up
\nwaiting my will.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have taught my
\nkind to serve and to obey.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And yet, in
\nthe midst of all these triumphs I have kept my balance of mind,
\nremained cool. I have studied both myself within and the world
\nwithout. I have developed and mastered the various arts that build
\nand embellish life. I have tamed the wild menacing animal and trained
\nit to be my friend; he now guards my house and waits upon my will. I
\nhave taught men also to serve and obey me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sin and Virtue
\nmy Inventions <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have used the
\nmystery of the cosmic waves
To see far distance and to hear far
\nwords:
I have conquered Space and knitted close all earth:
Soon
\nI shall know the secrets of the Mind:
I play with knowledge and
\nwith ignorance
And sin and virtue my inventions are,
I can
\ntranscend or sovereignly use.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have
\nfathomed and used the mystery of the cosmic waves to see far
\ndistance, to hear words from afar; I have bridged all Space, brought
\nthe whole earth close together. Very soon I shall plumb the secrets
\nof the Mind too. With ease I sport with Knowledge and with ignorance.
\nSin and virtue are truly my inventions; I may rise above them both or
\nuse them as I will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I shall Conquer
\nEarth and Heaven <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI shall know mystic
\ntruths, seize occult powers.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI shall slay my
\nenemies with a look or thought,
I shall sense the unspoken
\nfeelings of all hearts
And see and hear the hidden thoughts of
\nmen. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen earth is
\nmastered, I shall conquer heaven;
The gods shall be my aids or
\nmenial folk,
No wish I harbour unfulfilled shall die:
\n
Omnipotence and omniscience shall be mine.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I shall come
\nto know the mystic truths that are still unknown, I shall seize
\npowers that are still hidden; with a mere look or thought I shall be
\nable to kill my foes. I shall be aware of the unexpressed feelings in
\nthe hearts of all around me, I shall see and hear the secret thoughts
\nof men.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhen I complete my
\nmastery of the earth, I shall proceed to conquer heaven, make the
\nvery gods my aids or servants. Not a single wish of mine shall go
\nunfulfilled. I shall be omnipotent, omniscient, all-powerful,
\nall-knowing.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Power to help <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd Savitri heard
\nthe voice, the warped echo heard
And turning to her being of
\npower she spoke:
\u201cMadonna of might, Mother of works and force,
\n
Thou art a portion of my soul put forth
To help mankind and
\nhelp the travail of Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou art in
\nhim, man hopes and dares;
Because thou art, men\u2019s souls can
\nclimb the heavens
And walk like Gods in the presence of the
\nSupreme. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Savitri, after
\nhearing the voice and its warped echo, turns to her being of power
\nand speaks:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"Madonna of
\nmight, Mother of works and force, thou art none else but a portion of
\nmy own soul put out to help mankind in the hard labour of Time. It is
\nbecause thou livest in man that he can hope and dare in life; it is
\nbecause thou art here, that the souls of men can climb to the heights
\nof heavens and walk like the Gods even before the Supreme. Thou
\nmakest it all possible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Power without
\nWisdom <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut without wisdom
\npower is like a wind,
It can breathe upon the heights and kiss
\nthe sky,
It cannot build the extreme eternal things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou hast given men
\nstrength, wisdom thou couldst not give.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But power
\nwithout wisdom accompanying it is like a wind that can reach and
\nbreathe upon the heights and touch the sky; it cannot, however, build
\nthe supreme, eternal things. Thou hast given strength to men, but
\nthou couldst not give them wisdom.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The Mirror of
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne day I will
\nreturn, a bringer of light,
Then I will give to thee the mirror
\nof God;
Thou shalt see self and world as by him they are seen
\n
Reflected in the bright pool of thy soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy wisdom shall be
\nvast as vast thy power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"One day I
\nshall return with the needed light of wisdom. Then shall I give to
\nthee the Mirror of God with which thou shalt be able to see reflected
\nin the bright pool of thy soul, the self and world as seen by God.
\nThen shall wisdom be as vast in thee as power now is.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cry of Ego
\nHushed <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen hate shall
\ndwell no more in human hearts,
And fear and weakness shall desert
\nmen\u2019s lives,
The cry of the ego shall be hushed within,
Its
\nlion roar that claims the world as food,
All shall be might and
\nbliss and happy force.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Then hatred
\nshall no more find a dwelling place in the hearts of men and fear and
\nweakness shall depart from their lives. Then shall the cry of the ego
\nbe silenced, the ego whose loud lion-roar claims the whole world as
\nits food.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThen all shall be
\nmight and bliss and happy force. Then Wisdom shall guide force and
\nthe result shall be bliss and light."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
High and happy
\nregion <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscending still her
\nspirit\u2019s upward route
She came into a high and happy space,
A
\nwide tower of vision whence all could be seen
And all was centred
\nin a single view
As when by distance separate scenes grow one
\n
And a harmony is made of hues at war.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri continues
\nher ascent. She arrives at a high and happy region, a wide tower of
\nvision from where all can be seen focussed in a single view somewhat
\nin the manner of different scenes appearing as one, or clashing
\ncolours fusing into a harmony when seen from a distance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nearness of
\nspirit yo its source <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe wind was still
\nand fragrance packed the air.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was a carol of
\nbirds and murmur of bees,
And all that is common and natural and
\nsweet,
Yet intimately divine to heart and soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA nearness thrilled
\nof the spirit to its source
And deepest things seemed obvious,
\nclose and true. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe wind is still
\nand the air is full of fragrance. Birds sing and the bees murmur.
\nEverything that is common, natural and sweet and yet closely divine
\nto the heart and soul is there. The spirit feels near to its source
\nand thrills to it. The profoundest things seem here so obvious, close
\nand true; there is no more any mystery about them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Woman of
\nHeaven’s Lustre <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere, living centre
\nof that vision of peace,
A Woman sat in clear and crystal light:
\n
Heaven had unveiled its lustre in her eyes,
Her feet were
\nmoonbeams, her face was a bright sun,
Her smile could persuade a
\ndead lacerated heart
To live again and feel the hands of calm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere in clear and
\ntransparent light is seated a Woman who is the living centre of this
\nvista of peace. The lustre of heaven is shining in her eyes, her feet
\nare lucent like moonbeams, her face glows like a bright sun; her
\nsmile is so enchanting that it can make a deadened, bleeding heart
\ncome to life again and feel the soothing touch of calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
To Heal the
\nPangs of Earth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA low music heard
\nbecame her floating voice:
\u201cO Savitri, I am thy secret soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have come down to
\nthe wounded desolate earth
To heal her pangs and lull her heart
\nto rest
And lay her head upon the Mother\u2019s lap
That she may
\ndream of God and know his peace
And draw the harmony of higher
\nspheres
Into the rhythm of earth\u2019s rude troubled days.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Woman’s flowing
\nvoice is like soft music. She says:"O Savitri, I am none else
\nthan thy own secret soul. I have come down to this wounded and
\nforlorn earth in order to heal her pangs of pain, soothe her heart to
\nrest, and lay her head upon the sheltering lap of the protecting
\nuniversal Mother so that she may dream of God, experience his peace,
\nand draw the harmony of the higher spheres into the rugged and
\ntroubled rhythm of the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am Peace <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI show to her the
\nfigures of bright Gods
And bring strength and solace to her
\nstruggling life;
High things that now are only words and forms
I
\nreveal to her in the body of their power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am peace that
\nsteals into man\u2019s war-worn breast,
Amid the reign of Hell his
\nacts create
A hostel where Heaven\u2019s messengers can lodge;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I show to
\nearth the images of bright Gods to testify that she has the help of
\nhigher Beings, I bring strength and solace to her life that is
\nstruggling against odds. The high things that are now known only in
\nword and form I reveal to earth in their concrete power. I am peace
\nthat comes unseen into the heart of war-weary man. In the midst of
\nthe hell let loose by the acts of man, I am the sanctuary for the
\nmessengers from Heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I am Charity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am charity with
\nthe kindly hands that bless;
I am silence mid the noisy tramp of
\nlife;
I am Knowledge poring on her cosmic map.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am the
\nbenevolent charity that brings blessings to all; I am the sustaining
\nsilence amidst all the noisy walks of life. I am Knowledge that
\ndeliberates upon her world-wide field.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Anomalies of
\nHuman Heart <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the anomalies of
\nthe human heart
Where Good and Evil are close bed-fellows
And
\nLight is by Darkness dogged at every step,
Where his largest
\nknowledge is an ignorance,
I am the Power that labours towards
\nthe best
And works for God and looks up towards the heights.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Amidst the
\nconfusions that abound in the human heart, there where the Good is
\ncompanioned by Evil, where Light is shadowed by Darkness at every
\nstep, where Knowledge, even at its best turns out to be ignorance, I
\nam the power that strives to reach the best works for God and always
\nkeeps the vision high.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sin and Error
\nmade stepping stones <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI make even sin and
\nerror stepping stones
And all experience a long march towards
\nLight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of the
\nInconscient I build consciousness
And lead through death to reach
\nimmortal life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I turn even
\nsin and error into stepping stones towards Light, make all experience
\na trek \u2014 though a long one \u2014 towards Light. I build consciousness
\nout of the stuff of the Inconscient. I lead all through the portals
\nof death to Life immortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God Grows in Man
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMany are God\u2019s
\nforms by which he grows in man;
They stamp his thoughts and deeds
\nwith divinity,
Uplift the stature of the human clay
Or slowly
\ntransmute it into heaven\u2019s gold.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGod grows in man
\nthrough various forms which impart divinity to his thoughts and
\ndeeds, which raise the level of the material human stuff, or slowly
\nchange that earth-clay into heaven’s gold.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God as Good,
\nFreedom, Valour <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is the Good for
\nwhich men fight and die,
He is the War of Right with Titan Wrong,
\n
He is Freedom rising deathless from her pyre,
He is Valour
\nguarding still the desperate pass
Or lone and erect on the
\nshattered barricade
Or a sentinel in the dangerous echoing Night.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God is the
\nGood for which men combat and lay down their lives; he is the
\nceaseless war between the Right divine and the confronting Wrong of
\nthe Titan; he is the Freedom that refuses to die and rises up like a
\nphoenix from every pyre; he is the Bravery that defends the desperate
\npass, or stands alone and erect on the broken barricade, or is the
\nsentinel who guards in the dangerous Night full of fearful echoes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hero’s might and
\nwisdom Incarnate <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is the crown of
\nthe martyr burned in flame
And the glad resignation of the saint
\n
And courage indifferent to the wounds of Time
And the hero\u2019s
\nmight wrestling with death and Fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is Wisdom
\nincarnate on a glorious throne
And the calm autocracy of the
\nsage\u2019s rule.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God is the
\ncrown of him who is martyred by being burnt in the fire for his
\ndedication to a right cause; he is the contented resignation that is
\nfound in the saint; he is the courage that cares not for the wounds
\nthat are inflicted in the relentless course of Time; he is the might
\nof the hero that does not meekly accept but fights with death and
\nFate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nGod is the embodied
\nWisdom that reigns in sovereignty; he is the undisturbed, lofty rule
\nof the sage.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Prophet’s Voice,
\nSeer’s Sight <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is the high and
\nsolitary Thought
Aloof above the ignorant multitude:
He is
\nthe prophet\u2019s voice, the sight of the seer.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is Beauty nectar
\nof the passionate soul,
He is the Truth by which the spirit
\nlives. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God is the
\nhigh Thought that dwells alone, apart and above the ignorant crowd.
\nHe is the imperious voice of the prophet, the far-seeing eye of the
\nseer. He is Beauty, the ambrosia that is sought after by the intense
\nsoul. He is Truth by which the Spirit exists in the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternity,
\nInfinity, Immortality <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is the riches of
\nthe spiritual Vast
Poured out in healing streams on indigent
\nLife;
He is Eternity lured from hour to hour,
He is Infinity
\nin a little space:
He is Immortality in the arms of Death.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God is the
\nbounty of the Vasts of the Spirit that is poured abundantly in
\nhealing streams on the needy, suffering life. He is Eternity that is
\ndrawn to flow in the durations of Time. He is Infinity that
\ncompresses itself in the little finite. He is Immortality that
\ncompanions Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Lift Man’s
\nSoul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese powers I am
\nand at my call they come.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus slowly I lift
\nman\u2019s soul nearer the Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut human mind
\nclings to its ignorance,
And to its littleness the human heart,
\n
And to its right to grief the earthly life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am all these
\nPowers and they come whenever I call them. With them I slowly raise
\nthe human soul nearer the Divine Light. But man does not co-operate.
\nHis mind clings to its limiting ignorance, it does not allow itself
\nto expand in Knowledge; his heart is attached to its littleness, it
\nrefuses to grow in largeness; and life on earth cherishes its right
\nto grief, it is unwilling to abandon it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Shed my Grace <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly when Eternity
\ntakes Time by the hand,
Only when infinity weds the finite\u2019s
\nthought,
Can man be free from himself and live with God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI bring meanwhile
\nthe gods upon the earth;
I bring back hope to the despairing
\nheart;
I give peace to the humble and the great
And shed my
\ngrace on the foolish and the wise.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Only when the
\ntranscendent Eternity joins Time in manifestation, only when the vast
\ninfinity joins the limited thought of the finite, is it possible for
\nman to be liberated from his own petty self and to live in
\ncompanionship with God, the Eternal and the Infinite. Meanwhile I
\nbring from on high the gods, the assisting Powers, on the earth; I
\nrekindle hope in the heart that is in despair; I give peace to both
\nthe humble and the great; I shower my grace equally on the foolish
\nand tile wise.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I shall save if
\nEarth Consents <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI shall save earth,
\nif earth consents to be saved.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Love shall at
\nlast unwounded tread earth\u2019s soil;
Man\u2019s mind shall admit the
\nsovereignty of Truth
And body bear the immense descent of God.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If only earth
\nis willing to be saved (and does not resent my action), I shall save
\nit. Then will Love walk the earth without getting wounded as it does
\nat present, man’s closed self-assertive mind shall open to the
\ngoverning rule of Truth and the physical body be able to hold the
\nmighty, immense descent of God without breaking."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Warped Echo <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe spoke and from
\nthe ignorant nether plane
A cry, a warped echo naked and
\nshuddering came.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA voice of the
\nsense-shackled human mind
Carried its proud complaint of Godlike
\npower
Hedged by the limits of a mortal\u2019s thoughts,
Bound in
\nthe chains of earthly ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs she ceases, a
\ncry, a perverted echo rises in shudder from the nether ignorant
\nplane. It is the voice of the sense-bound human mind carrying the
\nproud complaint of its innate Godlike power for knowledge which is
\nhedged by the bounds of human thought and is unable to go farther,
\nchained as it is to earth’s ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Why the mortal
\ncannot see God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImprisoned in his
\nbody and his brain
The mortal cannot see God\u2019s mighty whole
Or
\nshare in his vast and deep identity
Who stands unguessed within
\nour ignorant hearts
And knows all things because he is one with
\nall. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs he is imprisoned
\nin his body and his brain-apparatus, with which he identifies
\nhimself, man is unable to see God in his mighty fullness or live with
\nGod in vast and deep identity, \u2014 God who lives unknown within all
\nhearts that are ignorant of him, God who knows all things because he
\nis one with all of them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man sees only
\nsurfaces <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan only sees the
\ncosmic surfaces.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen wondering what
\nmay lie hid from the sense
A little way he delves to depths
\nbelow:
But soon he stops, he cannot reach life\u2019s core
Or
\ncommune with the throbbing heart of things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan normally sees
\nthe outer surfaces of things in the world. He wonders what may lie
\nhidden beyond the reach of his senses and plumbs a little into the
\ndepths of life; but he does not go deep enough, he stops a little
\nbelow the surface. He is unable to reach the core of life or enter
\ninto communion with the pulsating heart of things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit Escapes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe sees the naked
\nbody of the Truth
Though often baffled by her endless garbs,
But
\ncannot look upon her soul within.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen, furious for a
\nknowledge absolute,
He tears all details out and stabs and digs:
\n
Only the shape\u2019s contents he holds for use;
The spirit
\nescapes or dies beneath his knife.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that man is able
\nto see is the bare body of Truth, though often he is distracted and
\nbewildered by her endless garbs; he cannot see her soul within the
\nbody. He then becomes impatient to arrive at an absolute Knowledge
\nand furiously tears away all details, stabs into the surfaces and
\ndigs; he takes hold of the contents of the form, but the real spirit
\nthat actuates the form either escapes or is killed beneath the
\ndissecting and plunging knife of his intellect.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Misses the
\nunseen Behind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe sees as a blank
\nstretch, a giant waste
The crowding riches of infinity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe finite he has
\nmade his central field,
Its plan dissects, masters its processes,
\n
That which moves all is hidden from his gaze,
His poring eyes
\nmiss the unseen behind.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan mistakes the
\nrich profusions of infinity for a blank vast, a huge waste. He makes
\nthe finite his main field, dissects its plan, masters its processes.
\nBut what impels and moves all from within is hidden from him; his
\nsearching eyes miss what lies behind the processes, unseen.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Soul’s contacts
\nnot his <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has the blind
\nman\u2019s subtle unerring touch
Or the slow traveller\u2019s sight of
\ndistant scenes;
The soul\u2019s revealing contacts are not his.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet is he visited by
\nintuitive light
And inspiration comes from the Unknown;
But
\nonly reason and sense he feels as sure,
They only are his trusted
\nwitnesses. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe has the sure,
\nsubtle touch of the blind man, the far-grasping sight of the slow
\ntraveller; but he misses the revelatory contacts of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nStill there are
\ntimes when the light of intuition visits him, when sudden inspiration
\ncomes down from the Unknown. But he does not make use of them. He
\nrelies only on his reason and his senses of which he feels sure; they
\nalone are his trusted witnesses.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Splendid Effort
\nVain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus is he baulked,
\nhis splendid effort vain;
His knowledge scans bright pebbles on
\nthe shore
Of the huge ocean of his ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is because he
\nthus limits himself that man is thwarted and his mighty effort turns
\nout to be in vain. All his knowledge serves only to scan the vain.
\nAll his knowledge serves only to scan the bright little pebbles on
\nthe shore of the huge ocean of his ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All-Discovering
\nThought <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet grandiose were
\nthe accents of that cry,
A cosmic pathos trembled in its tone.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cI am the mind of
\nGod\u2019s great ignorant world
Ascending to knowledge by the steps
\nhe made;
I am the all-discovering Thought of man.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDespite this failure
\nof the mental man, the accents of his cry that is heard are pompous.
\nAnd yet in their tone there is a touch, a tremor of a cosmic
\npathos."I am the mind of this great ignorant world created by
\nGod; I ascend to knowledge by the steps made by God; I am human
\nthought that discovers all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fettered God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am a god fettered
\nby Matter and sense,
An animal prisoned in a fence of thorns,
A
\nbeast of labour asking for his food,
A smith tied to his anvil
\nand his forge.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I, the mind,
\nam truly a god, but a god who is chained to his base of Matter and
\nhis servant-senses (thought-mind); I am a restless animal confined
\nwithin a thorny fence, a beast doing hard work pleading for food
\n(vital mind); a smith tied to his monotonous job with the anvil and
\nthe forge (physical, mechanical mind).<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Astronomy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet have I loosened
\nthe cord, enlarged my room.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have mapped the
\nheavens and analysed the stars,
Described the orbits through the
\ngrooves of Space,
Measured the miles that separate the suns,
\n
Computed their longevity in Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Still I have
\nsucceeded in loosening the cord that ties me down and in expanding
\nthe field available to me. I have built up the science of astronomy:
\ncharted the heavens, studied the movements of the stars, described
\nthe courses of the planets through Space, measured the distances
\nbetween the suns and estimated the duration of their life in terms of
\nTime.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Geology <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have delved into
\nearth\u2019s bowels and torn out
The riches guarded by her dull
\nbrown soil. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have classed the
\nchanges of her stony crust
And of her biography discovered the
\ndates,
Rescued the pages of all Nature\u2019s plan.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have built
\nup the science of geology: I have dug into the depths of the earth’s
\nsoil and brought out the hidden riches, classified the changing
\nstrata of her crust of stone, found out the periods of her life-story
\nand preserved safely the records of the whole plan of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
History of Forms
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe tree of
\nevolution I have sketched,
Each branch and twig and leaf in its
\nown place,
In the embryo tracked the history of forms,
And
\nthe genealogy framed of all that lives.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have
\nsketched out the growth of evolution in the universe, fixing the
\nplace of every branch, twig and leaf in the scheme. I have traced the
\ndevelopment of forms to their origin in the embryo, I have
\nconstructed the genealogy of all that lives.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Biology <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have detected
\nplasm and cell and gene,
The protozoa traced, man\u2019s ancestors,
\n
The humble originals from whom he rose;
I know how he was
\nborn and how he dies;
Only what end he serves I know not yet,
Or
\nif there is aim at all or any end
Or push of rich creative
\npurposeful joy
In the wide works of the terrestrial power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have built
\nthe science of biology; I have traced the ancestry of man to the tiny
\nliving cell, gene and protozoa; I know all about his birth and all
\nabout his death, though I do not yet know what is the purpose of his
\nlife. I do not know for certain, whether there is any aim or goal or
\nany creative impulsion of joy in these large workings of terrestrial
\nNature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Terrestrial
\nNature <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have caught her
\nintricate processes, none is left:
Her huge machinery is in my
\nhands;
I have seized the cosmic energies for my use.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have pored on her
\ninfinitesimal elements
And her invisible atoms have unmasked:
\n
All Matter is a book I have perused;
Only some pages now are
\nleft to read. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have grasped
\nand understood all the intricate processes of terrestrial Nature; her
\nentire machinery is in my hands; I have seized the cosmic energies
\nand put them to my use. I have studied and analysed the smallest
\nelements of Nature and unveiled her invisible atoms. I have read the
\nbook of Matter, only a few pages still remain to be covered. Almost
\nthe entire range of Matter has been scrutinised by me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God’s Secrets
\nDiscovered <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have seen the ways
\nof life, the paths of mind;
I have studied the methods of the ant
\nand ape
And the behaviour learnt of man and worm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf God is at work
\nhis secrets I have found.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have beheld
\nthe ways of life and the paths of mind, I have known their courses. I
\nhave studied well the methods of the animal-kind, from the ant to the
\nape, learnt the behaviour patterns of man, of life-forms down to the
\nworm. If there be a God at work in this creation, I have discovered
\nhis secrets.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cause Uncertain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut still the Cause
\nof things is left in doubt,
Their truth flees from pursuit into a
\nvoid;
When all has been explained nothing is known.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And yet, after
\nall my discoveries, I find that the original Cause of all is not
\ndetermined; it is still uncertain. The truth of things recedes from
\nmy pursuit into a blank. I find that after everything has been
\nexplained to my satisfaction, I really know nothing.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mystery <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat chose the
\nprocess, whence the Power sprung
I know not and perhaps shall
\nnever know. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA mystery is this
\nmighty Nature\u2019s birth;
A mystery is the elusive stream of mind,
\n
A mystery the protean freak of life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I do not know
\nand maybe I shall never know who or what chose the process that I
\nhave to follow, I know not the source of the Power at work in this
\nterrestrial universe. This mighty Nature’s birth is a mystery to me;
\nso too is the unarrestable flow of mind a mystery; the original
\nappearance of life from nowhere is also a mystery.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Uncertain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat I have learnt,
\nChance leaps to contradict;
What I have built is seized and torn
\nby Fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI can foresee the
\nacts of Matter\u2019s force,
But not the march of the destiny of
\nman:
He is driven upon paths he did not choose,
He falls
\ntrampled underneath the rolling wheels.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What I have
\nlearnt for certain is often upset and contradicted by chance
\nhappenings; what I have laboriously built up is destroyed by Fate.
\nNothing lasts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nI can chart out in
\nadvance the movements of material energy, but I am unable to foresee
\nthe course of man’s destiny. Man is driven upon paths that are not of
\nhis choice; he falls and gets run over by the rolling wheels of
\ndestiny in motion.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All is
\nSpeculation <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy great
\nphilosophies are a reasoned guess;
The mystic heavens that claim
\nthe human soul
Are a charlatanism of the imagining brain:
All
\nis a speculation or a dream:
In the end the world itself becomes
\na doubt:
The infinitesimal\u2019s jest mocks mass and shape,
A
\nlaugh peals from the infinite\u2019s finite mask.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"At best my
\ngreat philosophies are reasoned speculations. The heavens of the
\nSpirit that attract the human soul are a deceitful trickery of mental
\nimagination. All is either speculation or simply a dream. The reality
\nof the world itself turns out at the end to be adoubtful proposition.
\nThe tiniest poses a challenge to the huge and the joke becomes
\ncomplete when it is realised that the finite is only a mask put on by
\nthe infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World as an
\nError <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPerhaps the world is
\nan error of our sight,
A trick repeated in each flash of sense,
\n
An unreal mind hallucinates the soul
With a stress-vision of
\nfalse reality,
Or a dance of Maya veils the Void unborn.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Who knows, the
\nworld may be a mistaken perception of our sight, a deceit that each
\nmovement of the senses perpetuates. The soul is cheated by a vision
\nof an unreal reality woven by a mind that is itself unreal. Or maybe
\nthe whole thing is a play of Maya, the Power of Illusion, veiling a
\nVoid that is Unmanifest.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Profitless
\nIneffable <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven if a greater
\nconsciousness I could reach,
What profit is it then for Thought
\nto win
A Real which is for ever ineffable
Or hunt to its lair
\nthe bodiless Self or make
The Unknowable the target of the soul?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Even if I were
\nto attain to a consciousness greater than my present state, of what
\nuse will it be for Thought to reach a Reality that can never be
\nexpressed? What use to pursue to its source the Self that has no body
\nor set the Unknowable Reality as the objective of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat is ineffable,
\nformless, unknowable, can have no meaning for me here in this world
\nof expression, form and growing Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Our smallness
\nSaves <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNay, let me work
\nwithin my mortal bounds,
Not live beyond life nor think beyond
\nthe mind;
Our smallness saves us from the Infinite.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Let me confine
\nmyself to the limits of my mortal state and toil. Let me not try to
\nexceed the life given to me, nor transcend the mind in thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nTruly, our
\nsmallness, our self-limitation guards us from being overwhelmed by
\nthe Infinite. Only thus can we retain our individual existence<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chill vast of
\nthe Spirit <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a frozen grandeur
\nlone and desolate
Call me not to die the great eternal Death,
\n
Left naked of my own humanity
In the chill vast of the
\nspirit\u2019s boundlessness.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not call me
\nto dissolve myself in the bleak, solitary grandeur of the Absolute,
\nin the cold vastitude of the boundless spirit, leaving behind all the
\nvesture of my humanity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Human let me
\nremain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach creature by its
\nnature\u2019s limits lives,
And how can one evade his native fate?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHuman I am, human
\nlet me remain
Till in the Inconscient I fall dumb and sleep.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Each creature
\nhere is able to exist as long as it lives within the limits of its
\nnature. It is not possible for one to bypass the fate that is natural
\nto him, inevitable to his kind. I am, after all, human, and I want to
\nremain human till I am exhausted and sink into the Inconscient that
\nis my base.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Chimera <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA high insanity, a
\nchimera is this,
To think that God lives hidden in the clay
And
\nthat eternal Truth can dwell in Time,
And call to her to save our
\nself and world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow can man grow
\nimmortal and divine
Transmuting the very stuff of which he is
\nmade? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis wizard Gods may
\ndream, not thinking men.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cIt is sheer
\nmadness, a mere fancy to think that God is there concealed in the
\nclay of Matter, that the Truth that is eternal can live in the realm
\nof Time and that we can call to that Truth to save ourselves and the
\nworld. How is it possible for the mortal human to grow immortal and
\ndivine, transforming the basic material substance of which he is made
\ninto divine stuff? Magic-performing Gods may dream of this, but not
\nthinking men."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Portion to Raise
\nthe Spirit <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd Savitri heard
\nthe voice, the warped answer heard
And turning to her being of
\nlight she spoke:
\u201cMadonna of light, Mother of joy and peace,
\n
Thou art a portion of my self put forth
To raise the spirit
\nto its forgotten heights
And wake the soul by touches of the
\nheavens. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri hears this
\nperverted argument, turns to her being of light and speaks:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"Madonna of
\nlight, Mother of joy and peace, thou art verily a portion of my own
\nself put forth in this Creation to raise the spirit to heights that
\nare its own but which it has forgotten, to awake the dormant soul by
\ntouches from on high.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Not by Intellect
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou art,
\nthe soul draws near to God;
Because thou art, love grows in spite
\nof hate
And knowledge walks unslain in the pit of Night.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut not by showering
\nheaven\u2019s golden rain
Upon the intellect\u2019s hard and rocky soil
\n
Can the tree of Paradise flower on earthly ground
And the
\nBird of Paradise sit upon life\u2019s boughs
And the winds of
\nParadise visit mortal air.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"It is because
\nthou art here that it is possible for the soul to draw near to God.
\nIt is because thou art here that it is possible for love to grow
\ndespite the hate that flourishes and knowledge to walk unslain in
\nthis pit of Darkness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut, certainly, it
\nis not by pouring the golden rain of heaven upon the hard, arid soil
\nof the intellect that the tree of Paradise can blossom on earthly
\nground, the Bird of Paradise alight upon the bough of earthly life,
\nthe wind of Paradise blow in mortal regions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe intellect cannot
\ndeliver the earth to heaven, man to God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spiritual Ego <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven if thou rain
\ndown intuition\u2019s rays,
The mind of man will think it earth\u2019s
\nown gleam,
His spirit by spiritual ego sink,
Or his soul
\ndream shut in sainthood\u2019s brilliant cell
Where only a bright
\nshadow of God can come:
His hunger for the eternal thou must
\nnurse
And fill his yearning heart with heaven\u2019s fire
And
\nbring God down into his body and life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Even if thou
\npour on it the rays of intuition, the mind of man will think it to be
\nearth’s own light; his spiritual ego will swell and engulf his spirit
\nor his soul will be shut within itself dreaming in the brilliant
\nshell of its sainthood where not God but only a bright shadow of God
\ncan come. Thou must tend and increase man’s hunger for the Eternal,
\nfill his yearning heart with the flame of heaven and bring down God
\ninto his body and life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Divine Family <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne day I shall
\nreturn, His hands in mine
And thou shalt see the face of the
\nAbsolute. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall the holy
\nmarriage be achieved,
Then shall the divine family be born.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere shall be light
\nand peace in all the worlds.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"One day I
\nshall return with the hands of God in mine and thou shalt behold the
\nAbsolute face to face. Then shall the holy marriage of Earth and
\nHeaven, Matter and Spirit, be achieved, the whole universe become a
\ndivine family. Light and Peace shall reign in all the worlds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n



\n<\/P><\/p>\n

\n

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