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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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\nBook
\nSeven: Canto 5<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nFinding of the Soul<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary
Savitri
\npresses onward. She first finds herself in a night of God. All her
\nlight and power fail; the mind, the heart, give up their thoughts and
\nhopes, while Knowledge functions no more. Only her naked self and her
\nyearning remain. God alone is: all else is Darkness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nShe moves silently
\nand approaches a wide end. The emptiness breaks, a wave ripples
\nwithin, and there is a blissful stir. Dawn breaks out followed by Day
\nand in that brilliance Savitri recognises the mystic cavern which is
\nthe dwelling of her secret soul. The great rock-doors of the cave
\nappear in an awful dimness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nTwo golden serpents
\nare coiled round the lintel; above hovers an Eagle. As Savitri
\nenters, she finds great figures of gods carved in stone; the walls
\nare covered with significant shapes portraying the life-scene of man
\nand beast, the role of the gods, the scheme of the planes and worlds
\nand God’s Movement abroad.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri passes from
\nroom to room, she feels her self one with all that she sees and a
\nsealed identity within her awakes. She realises that she herself is
\nthe Beloved of the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIn the last chamber
\non a golden seat she beholds One who is indescribable but who is
\nobviously the Fount of all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAgain all departs
\ninto silent self; all becomes formless, pure and bare. She pushes on
\nthrough a tunnel in the last rock and emerges into the bright light
\nof a deathless sun. There in a house of flame and light Savitri
\nsuddenly meets her secret soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA being stands
\nthere, the Eternal and the Infinite turned towards Time and the
\nFinite. She is God’s delegate in humanity come to play ball with Time
\nand circumstance. She has put forth a small portion of herself into
\nthe region of the heart to labour, to suffer, to grow towards its own
\nGodhead.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBoth of these \u2014
\nthe secret deity and its human part \u2014, meet here in the chamber of
\nlight and flame, look upon each other, know themselves, rush into
\neach other and grow one. The soul of Savitri joins its Oversoul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnce again Savitri
\nfinds herself on the human soil. She finds that the half-opened
\nlotus-bud of her heart has bloomed revealing her secret soul. Her
\nbeing calls the mighty Mother of the worlds to come down and in a
\nflash a Face, a Form comes down into her heart. The moment its feet
\ntouch the quivering bloom of her heart-lotus, a mighty movement rocks
\nthe inner space and a flaming serpent rises released from sleep in
\nthe Night of the Inconscient. It storms its way upwards, striking all
\nthe lotuses \u2014 Centres of Consciousness \u2014 on its route and setting
\nthem vibrating in light and bliss, till it reaches the Eternal’s
\nspace in the crown of the head.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe mighty Mother \u2014
\nan image of the original Power \u2014 is seated there, armed, her arm
\nlifted in a saviour gesture, a sacred beast prone below her feet.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll in the being of
\nSavitri undergoes a celestial change. The working in each of the
\nCentres, the Lotus-kingdoms, is transformed. Behind all stands her
\ndeathless soul casting aside its veil of Ignorance and surrendered in
\nthe hands of the World-Mother.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Night of God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnward she passed
\nseeking the soul\u2019s mystic cave.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt first she stepped
\ninto a night of God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe light was
\nquenched that helps the labouring world,
The power that struggles
\nand stumbles in our life;
This inefficient mind gave up its
\nthoughts,
The striving heart its unavailing hopes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri goes onward
\nin her search for the secret cave of her soul. At first she finds
\nherself in the supernatural darkness that intervenes before one
\nreaches God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe light that
\nshines and helps the world in travail is extinguished, so too the
\npower that goes on struggling and stumbling in life. The inadequate
\nmind gives up its rounds of futile thought, the tirelessly striving
\nheart gives up at last its vain hopes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Knowledge Fails <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll Knowledge failed
\nand the Idea\u2019s forms,
And Wisdom screened in awe her lowly head
\n
Feeling a Truth too great for thought or speech,
Formless,
\nineffable, for ever the same.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn innocent and holy
\nIgnorance
Adored like one who worships formless God
The
\nunseen light she could not claim nor own.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll. Knowledge
\nfails, all forms taken by the Idea fail. Wisdom veils her humble head
\nin awe feeling herselfin the presence of a Truth that is too lofty,
\nbeyond the range of thought or speech, formless, inexpressible,
\nimmutable. An Ignorance, guileless and pure, adores like one
\nworshipping God without form \u2014 a light that is unseen which she can
\nneither claim for herself nor possess.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Purity of
\nEmptiness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a simple purity
\nof emptiness
Her mind knelt down before the unknowable.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll was abolished
\nsave her naked self
And the prostrate yearning of her surrendered
\nheart. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer mind is denuded
\nof its contents and in that simple purity of vacancy, it kneels down
\nin worship before the Unknowable. All is abolished except her bare
\nself, except the reverent yearning of her surrendered heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
No Pride of
\nForce <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was no
\nstrength in her, no pride of force;
The lofty burning of desire
\nhad sunk
Ashamed, a vanity of separate self,
The hope of
\nspiritual greatness fled,
Salvation she asked not nor a heavenly
\ncrown:
Humanity seemed now too proud a state.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNo strength of her
\nown is left in her, no pride of her own force. Her high flaming
\ndesire sinks down, as if ashamed, realising itself to be nothing more
\nthan the vanity of a self that presumes to think itself separate. The
\nhope of attaining spiritual greatness flees away. She asks no more
\nfor salvation nor a place in heaven; even her state of humanity now
\njars convicted of pride.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Deep Darkness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer self was
\nnothing, God alone was all,
Yet God she knew not but only knew he
\nwas. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA sacred darkness
\nbrooded now within,
The world was a deep darkness great and nude.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe feels that her
\nown self is nowhere, nothing; God alone is everywhere, everything.
\nAnd yet she realises that she does not know anything of God except
\nthat he exists. Within her, a holy darkness broods. Without, the
\nwhole world is a deep darkness, great and bare.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Full Void <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Void held more
\nthan all the teeming worlds,
This blank felt more than all that
\nTime has borne,
This dark knew dumbly, immensely the Unknown.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut all was
\nformless, voiceless, infinite.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Void, however,
\nis not an empty Void. It holds in its bosom more than all the crowded
\nworlds do. This blank is not insensible. It feels more than all that
\nhas been felt in the entire course of Time. This dark is not bereft
\nof awareness. It knows, knows even the Unknown in a way that is mute
\nand vast. But all here is formless, voiceless, boundless.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She Moves
\nShadowlike <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs might a shadow
\nwalk in a shadowy scene,
A small naught passing through a
\nmightier Naught,
A night of person in a bare outline
Crossing
\na fathomless impersonal Night,
Silent she moved, empty and
\nabsolute. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri moves
\nsilently, feeling empty and yet absolute, like a shadow moving in a
\nshadowy setting, like a small nothing passing through a huge Nothing,
\nlike an individual night in a silhouette crossing an impersonal,
\nmeasureless Night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Emptiness Breaks
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn endless Time her
\nsoul reached a wide end;
The spaceless vast became her spirit\u2019s
\nplace. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt last a change
\napproached, the emptiness broke;
A wave rippled within, the world
\nhad stirred;
Once more her inner self became her space.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer soul reaches a
\nwide end in a Time that is felt to be endless. The spaceless vast
\nbecomes a place her spirit inhabits.At long last a change comes over;
\nthe emptiness gives way. There is the ripple of a movement withinher
\nbeing; the world has stirred. Once again Savitri lives within her own
\ninner self.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Blissful
\nnearness to goal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was felt a
\nblissful nearness to the Goal;
Heaven leaned low to kiss the
\nsacred hill,
The air trembled with passion and delight.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA rose of splendour
\non a tree of dreams,
The face of Dawn out of mooned twilight
\ngrew. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is felt a
\nblissful nearness to the goal. The felicity of heaven leans down to
\ntouch the sacred hill of her being. Passion and delight thrill the
\nair. A rosy Dawn emerges out of the silvery twilight of the moon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Day, Priest of
\nSacrifice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDay came, priest of
\na sacrifice of joy
Into the worshipping silence of her world;
He
\ncarried a mortal lustre as his robe,
Trailed Heaven like a purple
\nscarf and wore
As his vermilion caste-mark a red sun.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto this adoring
\nsilence of her inner world steps in Day, like the priest of a joyous
\nsacrifice, with lustre for his robe, trailing behind him the glowing
\nsky of Heaven as a purple scarf, with the red sun as his brahmin
\ncaste-mark in vermilion on his forehead.a mortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mystic Cavern <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if an old
\nremembered dream come true,
She recognised in her prophetic mind
\n
The imperishable lustre of that sky,
The tremulous sweetness
\nof that happy air
And, covered from mind\u2019s view and life\u2019s
\napproach,
The mystic cavern in the sacred hill
And knew the
\ndwelling of her secret soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat at first seemed
\nan old remembered dream is now recognised by Savitri as reality; with
\nher prophetic mind she remembers the immortal lustre of that sky, the
\nvibrating sweetness of that felicitous air; and she recognises the
\nmystic cave in the sacred hill of her being, hidden from the grasp of
\nmind and life, as the home of her secret soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Withdrawn and
\nAlone <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if in some
\nElysian occult depth,
Truth\u2019s last retreat from thought\u2019s
\nprofaning touch,
As if in a rock-temple\u2019s solitude hid,
God\u2019s
\nrefuge from an ignorant worshipping world,
It lay withdrawn even
\nfrom life\u2019s inner sense,
Receding from the entangled heart\u2019s
\ndesire. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis mystic cave
\nlies beyond the grasp of life’s inner sense; and it retreats from the
\ndesire of the entangled heart, just as truth in her last retreat from
\nthe defiling touch of thought hides itself in some secret depths of
\nheaven, just as God taking refuge from the worship offered by an
\nignorant world hides himself in some lonely temple hewn from a rock.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rock-Doors <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA marvellous
\nbrooding twilight met the eyes
And a holy stillness held that
\nvoiceless space.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn awful dimness
\nwrapped the great rock-doors
Carved in the massive stone of
\nMatter\u2019s trance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTwo golden serpents
\nround the lintel curled,
Enveloping it with their pure and
\ndreadful strength,
Looked out with wisdom\u2019s deep and luminous
\neyes. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA wondrous
\nmeditative twilight spreads over the scene; a sacred stillness
\npervades that silent space. The great rock-doors of the cave are hewn
\nin the massive stone of Matter in trance. Round the lintel of the
\nentrance are two golden serpents \u2014 luminous divine energies \u2014
\nenveloping it with their pure and formidable strength, looking out
\nwith their eyes of wisdom, deep and lustrous.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eagle Above <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn eagle covered it
\nwith wide conquering wings.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFlames of self-lost
\nimmobile reverie,
Doves crowded the grey musing cornices
Like
\nsculptured postures of white-bosomed peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove, an eagle (of
\nomniscience) hovers with its wide, triumphant wings. The atmosphere
\nis charged with flames of self-lost immobile reverie. Doves crowd the
\ngrey meditative cornices like sculptured figures of pure
\nwhite-bosomed peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Gods <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross the
\nthreshold\u2019s sleep she entered in
And found herself amid great
\nfigures of gods
Conscious in stone and living without breath,
\n
Watching with fixed regard the soul of man,
Executive figures
\nof the cosmic self,
World-symbols of immutable potency.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri crosses the
\nsilent threshold and finds herself amidst figures of gods, conscious
\nthough in stone, living though without breath. They watch with a
\nsteady gaze the soul of man \u2014 gods who are the effectuating figures
\nof the self of the cosmos, world-wide symbols of unchanging force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Gods and Planes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn the walls covered
\nwith significant shapes
Looked at her the life-scene of man and
\nbeast
And the high meaning of the life of gods,
The power and
\nnecessity of these numberless worlds
And faces of beings and
\nstretches of world-space
Spoke the succinct and inexhaustible
\n
Hieratic message of the climbing planes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe walls are filled
\nwith significant designs and from there gaze at her portraits of the
\nlife of men and beasts and the high role of the life of the gods. The
\npower and necessity of the innumerable worlds, the faces of the
\nteeming beings and the stretches of world-space, shown there all
\nconvey the concise, endless, intercessory role of the rising planes
\nin creation. They are all parts of one tremendous scheme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God’s Extension <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn their immensitude
\nsigning infinity
They were the extension of the self of God
And
\nhoused, impassively receiving all,
His figures and his small and
\nmighty acts
And his passion and his birth and life and death
And
\nhis return to immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is shown how in
\ntheir immensitude signifying infinity these planes are really the
\nself-extension of the Being of God, how they contain \u2014 receiving
\nall equally, impassively \u2014 God’s forms and his acts, both great and
\nsmall, his passion, his birth, his life and death and his return to
\nhis own Immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Climb to the
\nEternal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo the abiding and
\neternal is their climb,
To the pure existence everywhere the
\nsame,
To the sheer consciousness and the absolute force
And
\nthe unimaginable and formless bliss,
To the mirth in Time and the
\ntimeless mystery
Of the triune being who is all and one
And
\nyet is no one but himself apart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll these planes \u2014
\nand the world-movements in them \u2014 climb to the one Reality that is
\nabiding and eternal, to the pure existence, to the pure
\nconsciousness, to the absolute force, to the matchless, ineffable and
\nformless bliss, to the play of Delight in Time and to the mystery
\nbeyond Time of the Sat-Chit-Ananda, the triune being who is all and
\none, and yet who is really no one else but himself alone and apart \u2014
\ntranscendent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe mystery is that
\nhaving created all that exists with a part of himself, he yet remains
\nwhole.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nearness of the
\nSoul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was no step of
\nbreathing men, no sound,
Only the living nearness of the soul.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet all the worlds
\nand God himself were there,
For every symbol was a reality
And
\nbrought the Presence which had given it life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is no step of
\nbreathing men, no sound of any kind; only a living nearness of the
\nsoul is felt. But on that account it is not a vacancy. All the worlds
\nand God himself are there, for every symbol there is living, it
\nthrobs with the reality of which it is a representation; it brings
\nthe Presence that has made it living.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She knows all by
\nthe self <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll this she saw and
\ninly felt and knew
Not by some thought of mind but by the self.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA light not born of
\nsun or moon nor fire,
A light that dwelt within and saw within
\n
Shedding an intimate visibility,
Made secrecy more revealing
\nthan the word:
Our sight and sense are a fallible gaze and touch
\n
And only the spirit\u2019s vision is wholly true.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri sees all
\nthis, feels it from within and knows it all by her self \u2014 not by
\nmental thinking. There is an inner light that sees within \u2014 not the
\nlight of the sun or moon or fire \u2014 and that light makes things
\nvisible in an inner, intimate way; it makes secrecy that is silent
\nreveal more than the expressive word ever does.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIndeed, our physical
\nsight and sense are fallible; the gaze of this sight and the touch of
\nthis sense are liable to error. But not so the vision of the spirit:
\nthat is always and entirely true.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Identity Awakes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs thus she passed
\nin that mysterious place
Through room and room, through door and
\nrock-hewn door,
She felt herself made one with all she saw.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA sealed identity
\nwithin her woke;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs Savitri thus
\nwalks into that mysterious realm, crossing door after door hewn out
\nof rock, passing through room after room, she feels herself become
\none with all that she sees. An identity that was hitherto dormant now
\nwakes in her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She knows
\nHerself <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe knew herself the
\nBeloved of the Supreme:
These Gods and Goddesses were he and she:
\n
The Mother was she of Beauty and Delight,
The Word in
\nBrahma\u2019s vast creating clasp,
The World-Puissance on almighty
\nShiva\u2019s lap,\u2014
The Master and the Mother of all lives
\n
Watching the worlds their twin regard had made,
And Krishna
\nand Radha for ever entwined in bliss,
The Adorer and Adored
\nself-lost and one.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri realises
\nthat she is the Spouse, the Beloved of the Supreme Lord; all the Gods
\nand Goddesses are emanations of him or her; she is the mother of all
\nBeauty and Bliss, she is the potent Word of Brahma the all-creator,
\nshe is the World-Shakti of Shiva the all powerful; he and she are the
\nMaster and the Mother of all, ever watching the worlds that were made
\nby their twin creative gaze; he and she are Krishna, the Lord of
\nDelight and Radha, the embodiment of Love divine, for ever clasped in
\nbliss, the Adored and the Adorer both lost in each other and become
\none.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Last Chamber <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the last chamber
\non a golden seat
One sat whose shape no vision could define,
\n
Only one felt the world\u2019s unattainable fount,
A Power of
\nwhich she was a straying Force,
An invisible Beauty, goal of the
\nworld\u2019s desire,
A Sun of which all knowledge is a beam,
A
\nGreatness without whom no life could be.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the last chamber
\nthere sits on a golden seat one whose form no sight can determine;
\nSavitri only feels this unreachable Source of the world; she feels it
\nas a Power of which she herself is but a wandering emanation, as an
\nunseen Beauty which is the goal of the world’s desire, as a Sun of
\nwhich all known knowledge is but a ray, as a Greatness that supports
\nall life<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret Soul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThence all departed
\ninto silent self,
And all became formless and pure and bare.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen through a
\ntunnel dug in the last rock
She came out where there shone a
\ndeathless sun.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA house was there
\nall made of flame and light
And crossing a wall of doorless
\nliving fire
There suddenly she met her secret soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThereafter all fades
\naway into silent self; all becomes formless, pure, bare.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThrough a
\ntunnel-passage dug in the last rock Savitri emerges into the open
\nwhere shines a deathless sun. There, there is a house made entirely
\nof flame \u2022 and light. Savitri crosses a wall of living fire without
\ndoors and suddenly finds herself face to face with her secret soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A being Immortal
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA being stood
\nimmortal in transience,
Deathless dallying with momentary things,
\n
In whose wide eyes of tranquil happiness
Which pity and
\nsorrow could not abrogate
Infinity turned its gaze on finite
\nshapes: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA being stands,
\nimmortal in a general transience; deathless, she plays with mortal
\nthings. Through her wide eyes of serene happiness unaffected by pity
\nand sorrow, Infinity turns to look at finite forms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Play with time
\nand circumstance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nObserver of the
\nsilent steps of the hours
And the passing scenes of the
\nEverlasting\u2019s play,
In the mystery of its selecting will,
In
\nthe Divine Comedy a participant,
The Spirit\u2019s conscious
\nrepresentative,
God\u2019s delegate in our humanity,
Comrade of
\nthe universe, the Transcendent\u2019s ray,
She had come into the
\nmortal body\u2019s room
To play at ball with Time and Circumstance.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe observes the
\nsilent tread of Time and the passing scenes of the everlasting play;
\nshe shares in the mystery of the determining Will, participates in
\nthe Comedy of the Divine Play; she is a conscious representative of
\nthe Spirit, God’s delegate in our humanity, friend and companion of
\nthe Universe, ray of the Transcendent; she has come into the small
\ndwelling of the mortal body to play, as it were, with fleeting Time
\nand changing Circumstance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Joy her master
\nmovement <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA joy in the world
\nher master movement here,
The passion of the game lighted her
\neyes:
A smile on her lips welcomed earth\u2019s bliss and grief,
A
\nlaugh was her return to pleasure and pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll things she saw
\nas a masquerade of Truth
Disguised in the costumes of Ignorance,
\n
Crossing the years to immortality:
All she could front with
\nthe strong spirit\u2019s peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer master movement
\nhere is to take joy in the world; her eyes are bright with the
\nintensity of this game. For all the bliss and grief of life on earth,
\nshe has a smile on her lips; she welcomes both. Her reaction to
\npleasure and pain is one of laughter. She perceives all things as a
\nshow put on by Truth disguised in the garments of Ignorance while she
\nis crossing stretches of Time to Immortality. She is able to face all
\nwith the unperturbed peace of the strong spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thumbsize Being <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut since she knows
\nthe toil of mind and life
As a mother feels and shares her
\nchildren\u2019s lives,
She puts forth a small portion of herself,
A
\nbeing no bigger than the thumb of man
Into a hidden region of the
\nheart
To face the pang and to forget the bliss,
To share the
\nsuffering and endure earth\u2019s wounds
And labour mid the labour
\nof the stars. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe is aware of the
\nstruggle of mind and life in this onward course even as a mother
\nfeels and shares her children’s lives, and she puts out a small
\nportion of herself \u2014 a being of the size of the thumbs \u2014 into the
\nhidden chamber of the heart, in order to face and bear the pangs of
\nlife and forgetting her original nature of bliss, to share the
\nsuffering and endure earth’s wounds and participate in the incessant
\nlabour of the universe.angushthamatram (Katha Upanishad). Man is able
\nto go through all because this small portion of the Divine Spirit,
\nthe soul, is within him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Soul
\nParticipates <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis in us laughs
\nand weeps, suffers the stroke,
Exults in victory, struggles for
\nthe crown,
Identified with the mind and body and life,
It
\ntakes on itself their anguish and defeat,
Bleeds with Fate\u2019s
\nwhips and hangs upon the cross,
Yet is the unwounded and immortal
\nself
Supporting the actor on the human scene.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis soul in us joys
\nand suffers, exults in victory, strives for the highest. It
\nidentifies itself with the mind, life and body and bears all their
\npangs, anguish and defeat, bleeds with the strokes of fate and hangs
\nupon the Cross of suffering imposed by Ignorance. All the while the
\nsoul that thus acts on the stage of the human life is supported by
\nthe deeper unscarred, immortal self.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Source of only
\nStrength <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThrough this she
\nsends us her glory and her powers,
Pushes to wisdom\u2019s heights,
\nthrough misery\u2019s gulfs;
She gives us strength to do our daily
\ntask
And sympathy that partakes of others\u2019 grief
And the
\nlittle strength we have to help our race,
We who must fill the
\nroll of the universe
Acting itself out in a slight human shape
\n
And on our shoulders carry the struggling world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThrough this portion
\nprojected in us, the secret Spirit pours into us her glory and her
\npowers and raises us from the gulfs of misery and suffering towards
\nthe heights of wisdom; through it she gives us the strength wherewith
\nwe can accomplish our daily tasks, the sympathy wherewith we can
\nshare the grief of others, the little capacity wherewith we can help
\nour fellow men. And all this we have to do because we have to play
\nour part in this drama in which the puny human form acts the role of
\nthe huge universe and we, humans, carry the struggling world on our
\nshoulders.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Human portion of
\ndivinity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is in us the
\ngodhead small and marred;
In this human portion of divinity
She
\nseats the greatness of the Soul in Time
To uplift from light to
\nlight, from power to power,
Till on a heavenly peak it stands, a
\nking. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is our soul,
\nthe small and marred godhead in us. In this portion of divinity
\nprojected in the human being, the Spirit lodges the greatness of the
\ndivine Soul manifesting in Time to uplift the striving human soul
\nfrom lesser light to greater light, from lesser power to greater
\npower, till it reaches and stands as a king upon a divine peak.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Held up by an
\nunseen Hand <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn body weak, in its
\nheart an invincible might,
It climbs stumbling, held up by an
\nunseen hand,
A toiling spirit in a mortal shape.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe human soul is
\nfrail in its body but carries an unconquerable strength in its heart.
\nIn its struggling climb to the heights, this striving spirit in a
\nmortal, human shape is upheld by the unseen hand of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Both become One <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere in this chamber
\nof flame and light they met;
They looked upon each other, knew
\nthemselves,
The secret deity and its human part,
The calm
\nimmortal and the struggling soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen with a magic
\ntransformation\u2019s speed
They rushed into each other and grew
\none. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this chamber of
\nflame and light meet the divine, presiding Soul \u2014 the secret Deity
\n\u2014 and the striving human soul of Savitri, one calm and immortal,
\nthe other \u2014 its human part \u2014 struggling. They gaze at each other
\nand both come to know who they are. Then with the speed of a magical
\ntransformation, both the divine and the human portion rush into each
\nother and become one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her Secret Soul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce more she was
\nhuman upon earthly soil
In the muttering night amid the
\nrain-swept woods
And the rude cottage where she sat in trance:
\n
That subtle world withdrew deeply within
Behind the sun-veil
\nof the inner sight.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut now the
\nhalf-opened lotus bud of her heart
Had bloomed and stood
\ndisclosed to the earthly ray;
In an image shone revealed her
\nsecret soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce more Savitri
\nfinds herself back in her normal human state. The subtle world which
\nhad opened itself to her in trance has retired within behind the
\nbright curtain of the inner sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHowever, the lotus
\nbud of her heart which was normally half-open has now fully bloomed,
\nis visible and in it her secret soul stands revealed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Deep Lotus Home <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was no wall
\nsevering the soul and mind,
No mystic fence guarding from the
\nclaims of life. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn its deep lotus
\nhome her being sat
As if on concentration\u2019s marble seat,
\n
Calling the mighty Mother of the worlds
To make this earthly
\ntenement her house.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNo more is there the
\nwall separating the soul from the mind, no more the inner fence
\nguarding the soul from the calls of life. Her being is seen sitting
\nalone in its deep lotus-home in the heart, concentrated, calling the
\nmighty Mother of the universe to come down and make of this earthly
\nbody her home.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Living Image
\nComes Down <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs in a flash from a
\nsupernal light,
A living image of the original Power,
A face,
\na form came down into her heart
And made of it its temple and
\npure abode. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd in response to
\nher call, like a flash from a heavenly light, a living image of the
\noriginal Power from above, a face, a form comes down into her heart
\nand uses it as its own temple, its own pure home.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Flaming Serpent <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut when its feet
\nhad touched the quivering bloom,
A mighty movement rocked the
\ninner space
As if a world were shaken and found its soul
Out
\nof the Inconscient\u2019s soulless mindless Night:
A flaming serpent
\nrose released from sleep.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe moment the feet
\nof this descending Force touch the vibrating lotus bloom, a mighty
\nmovement issues and rocks the inner space; it is as if a world is
\nshaken awake and finds its real being, the soul. Aroused from its
\nsleep, a fiery serpent rises up out of the soulless, mindless dark
\nnight of the Inconscient.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Joins Eternal’s
\nSpace <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt rose billowing
\nits coils and stood erect
And climbing mightily stormily on its
\nway
It touched her centres with its flaming mouth:
As if a
\nfiery kiss had broken their sleep,
They bloomed and laughed
\nsurcharged with light and bliss;
Then at the crown it joined the
\nEternal\u2019s space.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnwinding its coils
\nthe serpent swiftly rises spreading out its coils and stands erect;
\nthen it storms its way upwards. In its climb it touches the various
\ncentres (of consciousness) on the way with its flaming mouth. And as
\nif suddenly awakened from their sleep by a fiery kiss, the lotuses of
\nthese centres burst into joyous bloom surcharged with light and
\nbliss; then the serpent reaches the centre at the top of the head and
\nenters the abode of the Eternal there.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Kundalini
\nreaches the Sahasrara, the thousand-petalled Lotus.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
String of Forts <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt held together the
\nmystic stream which joins
The viewless summits with the unseen
\ndepths,
The string of forts that make the frail defence
\n
Safeguarding us against the enormous world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur lines of
\nself-expression in its Vast,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis serpent-power
\nholds together the entire spread of consciousness which joins the
\nunseen depths of the ubconscience to the heights of the
\nsuperconscience beyond sight. The course it travels is marked by
\nseveral centres of concentration, the lotuses, from the base in the
\nlower end of the spine to the top in the crown of the head; these
\ncentres are the several knots, gran-this, that regulate the flow of
\ndivine energies; they are so many strongholds of power, forts as it
\nwere, safeguarding the individual against the constant invasion of
\nthe universal Forces, preserving the individual lines of
\nmanifestation in the vastitudes of the cosmos.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mighty Mother <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn image sat of the
\noriginal Power
Wearing the mighty Mother\u2019s form and face.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArmed, bearer of the
\nweapon and the sign
Whose occult might no magic can imitate,
\n
Manifold yet one she sat, a guardian force:
A saviour gesture
\nstretched her lifted arm,
And symbol of some native cosmic
\nstrength,
A sacred beast lay prone below her feet,
A silent
\nflame-eyed mass of living force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri beholds
\nsitting in the heart an image of the Primal Power with the form and
\nface of the mighty Mother. She is armed \u2014 she bears the weapon and
\nthe symbol whose hidden power cannot be imitated by any magic; she is
\nmanifold in her manifestation, yet she is one. There she sits, a
\nForce guarding all. Her arm is uplifted in the celebrated gesture of
\nsaving, of protection. Below her feet lies the sacred lion,
\nsymbolising some innate cosmic strength, a silent, gathered, flaming
\nmass of living Force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
High Celestial
\nChange <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll underwent a high
\ncelestial change:
Breaking the black Inconscient\u2019s blind mute
\nwall,
Effacing the circles of the Ignorance,
Powers and
\ndivinities burst flaming forth;
Each part of the being trembling
\nwith delight
Lay overwhelmed with tides of happiness
And saw
\nher hand in every circumstance
And felt her touch in every limb
\nand cell: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll undergoes a
\nhigh, heavenly change.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMany Powers and
\ndivinities burst forth from their hidden place breaking the blind
\ndumb wall of the dark inconscient, wiping out the enveloping rounds
\nof Ignorance. Each part of her being vibrates with delight, is
\noverwhelmed with waves of happiness, perceives the hand of the mighty
\nMother in every circumstance, feels her touch in every limb and cell.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nA glad clear harmony
\nmarked their truth’s outline ,Re-set the balance and measures of the
\nworld. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe limited view,
\nthought and sense of the human mind are replaced by the vaster
\nthoughts and movements of the immortal. Everything acquires a fresh,
\ndiviner significance. There is no more the jarring conflict among the
\nmany things in the world; all forms are now seen in the truth of
\ntheir happy harmony; the balance and measures of things in the world
\nare re-set in accord with their truth of harmony.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Shape Reveals <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach shape showed
\nits occult design, unveiled
God\u2019s meaning in it for which it
\nwas made
And the vivid splendour of his artist thought.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach form reveals
\nthe hidden design behind it, shows the meaning, the purpose for which
\nGod the creator has brought it into being, unveils the splendour of
\nhis creative, artist thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nForm no more
\nconceals the divine Idea that en-souls it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Every Act an Act
\nof God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA channel of the
\nmighty Mother\u2019s choice,
The immortal\u2019s will took into its
\ncalm control
Our blind or erring government of life;
A loose
\nrepublic once of wants and needs,
Then bowed to the uncertain
\nsovereign mind,
Life now obeyed to a diviner rule
And every
\nact became an act of God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe immortal’s will
\nwhich is an instrument of the choice of the mighty Mother of All
\ntakes into its calm control the human, blind erring, government of
\nlife; as a result, what was an unorganised life in which men in
\nignorance were absorbed in seeking their individual wants and needs,
\na life which submitted itself to the rule of the sovereign but unsure
\nmind, now ceases to be thus regulated and puts itself under a diviner
\nrule, and every act turns into an act of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Love in the
\nHeart <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the kingdom of
\nthe lotus of the heart
Love chanting its pure hymeneal hymn
Made
\nlife and body mirrors of sacred joy
And all the emotions gave
\nthemselves to God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLove flowers in its
\npurity in the region of the heart-lotus (anahata of twelve petals);
\nthe Centre of emotions, and fills life and the physical body with a
\nsacred, causeless joy. All the emotions turn away from their
\nabsorption in the lower ranges of life and flow towards God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ambitions Tamed <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the navel lotus\u2019s
\nbroad imperial range
Its proud ambitions and its master lusts
\n
Were tamed into instruments of a great calm sway
To do a work
\nof God on earthly soil.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the domain of the
\nnavel-lotus (nabhipadma or manipura), the Centre of vital ambitions
\nand powerful desires, the disorganised life’s proud ambitions and
\ngoverning lusts are brought under control and transformed into the
\ninstruments of a great, calm rule in order to serve God on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dwarf desires
\nchanged <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the narrow nether
\ncentres\u2019 petty parts
Its childish game of daily dwarf desires
\n
Was changed into a sweet and boisterous play,
A romp of
\nlittle gods with life in Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the narrow region
\nof the abdominal lotus (svadhisthana of six petals), the Centre of
\nlower vital movements, the little daily round of petty desires is
\nreplaced by the lively and happy play of the little gods with life in
\nthe field of Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Firm Ground for
\nDescending Might <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the deep place
\nwhere once the Serpent slept,
There came a grip on Matter\u2019s
\ngiant powers
For large utilities in life\u2019s little space;
A
\nfirm ground was made for Heaven\u2019s descending might.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nStill deeper in the
\nregion of the basal lotus (muladhara of four petals, the Centre of
\nphysical energies), where the primal Power, the Kundalini, was coiled
\nup before, a firm control is secured on the giant powers of Matter
\nfor ample utilisation in the narrow field of life. A firm base is
\nprepared for the Power descending from Heaven above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Harmony of Soul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind all reigned
\nher sovereign deathless soul:
Casting aside its veil of
\nIgnorance,
Allied to gods and cosmic beings and powers
It
\nbuilt the harmony of its human state;
Surrendered into the great
\nWorld-Mother\u2019s hands
Only she obeyed her sole supreme behest
\n
In the enigma of the Inconscient\u2019s world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind all these
\nchanged movements at the different Centres of Consciousness reigns
\nsovereignly Savitri’s immortal soul. In conjunction with the gods and
\nother cosmic agents, it harmonises the various elements of its human
\nembodiment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri surrenders
\nherself into the hands of the great World-Mother and follows only her
\nsupreme Will in the perplexing maze of the Inconscient’s world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret Soul
\nSupports All <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA secret soul behind
\nsupporting all
Is master and witness of our ignorant life,
\n
Admits the Person\u2019s look and Nature\u2019s role.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut once the hidden
\ndoors are flung apart
Then the veiled king steps out in Nature\u2019s
\nfront;
A Light comes down into the Ignorance,
Its heavy
\npainful knot loosens its grasp:
The mind becomes a mastered
\ninstrument
And life a hue and figure of the soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll happy grows
\ntowards knowledge and towards bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSupporting all our
\nmovements is our secret soul that is behind; it is the witness and
\nultimate master of an ignorant life; it admits the determining regard
\nof the Divine Person in our life and makes it possible for Nature to
\nplay its allotted role.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis it does from
\nbehind, unseen. But once the concealed doors are opened, this veiled
\nking comes out and faces Nature; a Light from above comes down into
\nthe prevailing Ignorance and as a result, the hard, painful knot of
\nthat Ignorance in nature gets loosened, the unruly mind comes under
\ncontrol and becomes an obedient instrument of the soul. Life acquires
\nthe hue and figure of the ruling soul; its character and pattern
\nreflect the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nEverything turns
\ninto a happy, felicitous growth towards increasing knowledge and
\nbliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA divine Puissance
\nthen takes Nature\u2019s place
And pushes the movements of our body
\nand mind;
Possessor of our passionate hopes and dreams,
The
\nbeloved despot of our thoughts and acts,
She streams into us with
\nher unbound force,
Into mortal limbs the Immortal\u2019s rapture and
\npower. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the place of the
\nforce of Nature in Ignorance, a divine Shakti, Consciousness-Power,
\nbegins to act and impel the movements of our body and mind. She
\nassumes full control of our thoughts and acts, holds our intense
\nhopes and dreams, flows into us with her unlimited force and pours
\ninto our mortal limbs the Immortal’s bliss and power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inner, Law of
\nBeauty <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn inner law of
\nbeauty shapes our lives;
Our words become the natural speech of
\nTruth,
Each thought is a ripple on a sea of Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen sin and virtue
\nleave the cosmic lists;
They struggle no more in our delivered
\nhearts:
Our acts chime with God\u2019s simple natural good
Or
\nserve the rule of a supernal Right.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn inner \u2014 not the
\nouter, superficial law of beauty begins to form our lives; our words
\nexpress the Truth spontaneously and effortlessly. Each thought is a
\nmovement of the Light of Knowledge. The struggle of sin and virtue
\nceases in our hearts and they are left behind. Our acts come into
\nharmony with that simple and natural good that is of God, shivam,
\nthey form a part of the workings of a divine Right, ritam.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Moods Unlovely
\nHide <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll moods unlovely,
\nevil and untrue
Forsake their stations in fierce disarray
And
\nhide their shame in the subconscient\u2019s dusk;
Then lifts the
\nmind a cry of victory:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll moods and
\nmovements that are ugly, evil and false flee in confusion and hide
\nthemselves in the semi-darknesses of the subconscient parts. Then the
\nmind thinks that the victory is won and it proclaims:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cry of Victory <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO soul, my soul,
\nwe have created Heaven,
Within we have found the kingdom here of
\nGod,
His fortress built in a loud ignorant world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur life is
\nentrenched between two rivers of Light,
We have turned space into
\na gulf of peace
And made the body a capitol of bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat more, what
\nmore, if more must still be done?\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O soul,
\ntogether we have created Heaven, realized here within ourselves the
\nKingdom of God. We have built his impregnable fortress in the very
\nmidst of this clamorous ignorant world. Now our life is safe between
\nthe two rivers of Light, that of the divine Puissance and that of the
\ndelivered soul. All space is filled by us with Peace, the whole body
\nmade a temple of Bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat more is left?
\nWhat more can be left?"<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
First
\nPerfection’s Stage <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the slow process
\nof the evolving spirit,
In the brief stade between a death and
\nbirth
A first perfection\u2019s stage is reached at last;
Out of
\nthe wood and stone of our nature\u2019s stuff
A temple is shaped
\nwhere the high gods could live.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nActually what has
\nbeen achieved is only the first stage in the perfection that is in
\nthe making <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the slow process
\nof the evolution of the spirit, in the brief interval between birth
\nand death, one phase in perfection is completed. From out of the raw
\nmaterial of Nature, its wood and stone, a veritable temple has been
\nbuilt in which the high gods could now live.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Camp of God is
\nPitched <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven if the
\nstruggling world is left outside
One man\u2019s perfection still can
\nsave the world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is won a new
\nproximity to the skies,
A first betrothal of the Earth to Heaven,
\n
A deep concordat between Truth and Life:
A camp of God is
\npitched in human time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven though the rest
\nof the world is still left outside in its struggle, a single man’s
\nperfection can still help to save that world. His perfection has its
\ninevitable beneficial results in the world. A fresh nearness to the
\nsummits of the Spirit is won; Earth and Heaven are united for the
\nfirst time; Truth and Life come to a profound understanding. The camp
\nof the Eternal has been set in human Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nContraries come to a
\nfirst harmonisation in the perfection of even a single man.<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P><\/p>\n

\n

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