\n\n\n\n

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\n
\n

\nBook Seven: Canto
\n<\/B>7<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nThe
\nDiscovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness<\/B><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nSummary<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nThe daily human life
\nin the hermitage goes on as usual. Savitri is her usual gracious self
\nto all. None sees anything new in her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nThough outwardly she
\nspeaks and acts as always, there is a great change within her. A
\nvacant consciousness watches from within her; she is impersonal in
\nher movements. Some Nihil, some Mystery seems to act through her. Her
\nmortal ego is no more.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nFrom a distant Vast
\ncome messages of light, flashes of thought which flow out in high
\nrevealing words when she speaks. Her emptiness becomes a channel for
\nthe Inconscient Nature and the Superconscient mystery. Her being is a
\nCentre without circumference. Within her all is still.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nOne night, as she is
\nsitting by the side of Satyavan who is asleep, a voice begins to
\nspeak from her heart and as it speaks all changes. The sense of
\nunreality ceases to be. An experience of a stupendous Truth, an
\nabsolute Reality, grows. All becomes conscious, reveals itself as of
\nthe Infinite, made of Eternity. This Reality is realised as her own
\nself and the self of all; it is Timeless and Time, Bliss, Love and
\nthe Beloved, all-seeing Mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nSavitri passes
\nbeyond Time and Space. She is at once a measureless point and all
\nvastness. She lives in the everlasting. She realises the universe to
\nbe a body of the Real, with God for its soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nShe sees the world
\nas living God, the One that is All. She is identified with him in her
\nself. She becomes one with Nature and feels the movements of all in
\nNature as in herself. She is no more an individual person, she is all
\nin the world. She is spread out in infinity, one with the Whole.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nShe is the
\nsubconscient life that courses in plant creation, she is the mind and
\nheart in man, she climbs as his soul to God. The entire cosmos in
\nTune and Space flowers in her; she is its foundation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nShe rises beyond
\nTime and Space into the Superconscient and moves in Infinity; through
\nher Eternity looks upon Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Daily Life
\nPlodding On <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIn the little
\nhermitage in the forest\u2019s heart,
In the sunlight and the
\nmoonlight and the dark
The daily human life went plodding on
\n
Even as before with its small unchanging works
And its spare
\noutward body of routine
And happy quiet of ascetic peace.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe old beauty
\nsmiled of the terrestrial scene;
She too was her old gracious
\nself to men. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nLife goes on, in its
\nbare routine in the little hermitage where Savitri dwells. The quiet
\npeace of the ascetic and the ancient beauty of earth-nature continue.
\nSavitri is her old gracious self to all, despite all the changes that
\nshe has undergone within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
As if death were
\nnot <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe Ancient Mother
\nclutched her child to her breast
Pressing her close in her
\nenvironing arms,
As if earth ever the same could for ever keep
\n
The living spirit and body in her clasp,
As if death were not
\nthere nor end nor change.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe ancient
\nUniversal Mother holds her child Savitri close to her breast,
\nenfolding her in her arms, as though the earth were ever the same and
\nthere was no change or end or death and so she could keep the living
\nspirit and body for ever within her clasp.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
None Divines Her
\nState <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAccustomed only to
\nread outward signs
None saw aught new in her, none divined her
\nstate;
They saw a person where was only God\u2019s vast,
A still
\nbeing or a mighty nothingness.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nTo all she was the
\nsame perfect Savitri:
A greatness and a sweetness and a light
\n
Poured out from her upon her little world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nBeing accustomed to
\nknow things only from their outer signs, none sees anything new in
\nSavitri or guesses her inner state. They see only an individual where
\nin fact there is the vast of God, a still being or a formidable
\nnothingness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nTo all she is the
\nsame perfect Savitri that they have known: a greatness, a sweetness
\nand a light continue to pour out from her upon this little world
\naround her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Vacant
\nConsciousness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nLife showed to all
\nthe same familiar face,
Her acts followed the old unaltered
\nround,
She spoke the words that she was wont to speak
And did
\nthe things that she had always done.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nHer eyes looked out
\non earth\u2019s unchanging face,
Around her soul\u2019s muteness all
\nmoved as of old,
A vacant consciousness watched from within
\n
Empty of all but bare Reality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nTo all she appears
\nto be the same as before; her acts move in the same old grooves, her
\nwords are the same as those she has always spoken, her doings the
\nsame as those she has always done. She looks out on the unchanging
\nface of the earth, and around the muteness of her soul within, all
\nmoves in the same way as before.Only her consciousness that watches
\nis different; it is empty of everything; the bare Reality alone
\nremains.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

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

\nThere was no will
\nbehind the word and act,
No thought formed in her brain to guide
\nthe speech:
An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her,
\n
Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown
Guarded the body
\nfor its future work,
Or Nature moved in her old stream of force.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThere is no will to
\nimpel her speech or action, no thought in her brain to move her
\nspeech. Some impersonal emptiness is there that walks and speaks in
\nher. It looks as though something unfelt, unseen and unknown is
\nguarding her body for its work in the coming future. Or may be it is
\nold Nature that continues to act in her without her active
\nparticipation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Miraculous Nihil
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nPerhaps she bore
\nmade conscious in her breast
The miraculous Nihil, origin of our
\nsouls
And source and sum of the vast world\u2019s events,
The
\nwomb and grave of thought, a cipher of God,
A zero circle of
\nbeing\u2019s totality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nPerhaps she is
\ncarrying in her breast a living Nihil, a miraculous Nothing which is
\nafter all the source of our souls, the fount and ultimate of all
\nevents of the world, the beginning and the end of thought, God-zero
\nenclosing the totality of being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Mortal Ego
\nPerishes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIt used her speech
\nand acted in her acts,
It was beauty in her limbs, life in her
\nbreath;
The original Mystery wore her human face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThus was she lost
\nwithin to separate self;
Her mortal ego perished in God\u2019s
\nnight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThis Nihil it is
\nthat speaks in her words, acts in her actions, forms the beauty of
\nher limbs, is the very life in her breath; it is the original Mystery
\nbearing her human face.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nThus within herself,
\nSavitri is no more a separate entity. In her, the human ego that is
\nthe proof of separativity is dead in the Night of God that has
\novertaken her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Ego’s Shell Left
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nOnly a body was
\nleft, the ego\u2019s shell
Afloat mid drift and foam of the
\nworld-sea,
A sea of dream watched by a motionless sense
In a
\nfigure of unreal reality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe ego is no more,
\nbut its shell is still there in the form of the body floating amidst
\nthe drifting and effervescing waves of the world-sea, a veritable
\ndream-sea watched by an unmoving sense in a scene that looks real but
\nis in fact unreal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Original
\nLoneliness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAn impersonal
\nforesight could already see,\u2014
In the unthinking knowledge of
\nthe spirit
Even now it seemed nigh done, inevitable,\u2014
The
\nindividual die, the cosmos pass;
These gone, the transcendental
\ngrew a myth,
The Holy Ghost without the Father and Son,
Or, a
\nsubstratum of what once had been,
Being that never willed to bear
\na world
Restored to its original loneliness,
Impassive, sole,
\nsilent, intangible.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAn impersonal
\nadvance sight already sees in the spirit’s knowledge \u2014 without the
\nprocess of thinking \u2014 the inevitability of the death of the
\nindividual, the passing of the cosmos, the transcendental becoming a
\nmyth altogether, the Father and Son of the Trinity disappearing
\nleaving only the Holy Ghost; or it foresees the underlying substance
\nof what had once existed, a Being that had borne a world without its
\nwill, now restored to its original solitude, sole, silent, impassive,
\nintangible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
High Secrecy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nYet all was not
\nextinct in this deep loss;
The being travelled not towards
\nnothingness. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThere was some high
\nsurpassing Secrecy,
And when she sat alone with Satyavan,
Her
\nmoveless mind with his that searched and strove,
In the hush of
\nthe profound and intimate night
She turned to the face of a
\nveiled voiceless Truth
Hid in the dumb recesses of the heart
Or
\nwaiting beyond the last peak climbed by Thought,\u2014
Unseen itself
\nit sees the struggling world
And prompts our quest, but cares not
\nto be found,\u2014
Out of that distant Vast came a reply.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAnd yet everything
\ndoes not become extinct; her being does not pass towards nothingness.
\nThere is still some surpassing Secrecy, some Mystery. When she is
\nalone with Satyavan and her unmoving mind becomes one with his
\nsearching and striving mind in the hush of the deep and intimate
\nnight, she comes face to face with a veiled, mute Truth that is
\nhidden in the silent depths of the heart or waits beyond the highest
\nreach of Thought, unseen yet seeing the struggling world, prompting
\nour quest, without caring to be found.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nFrom out of that
\nfar-off Vast comes a reply.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Messages from
\nthe unknown <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nSomething unknown,
\nunreached, inscrutable
Sent down the messages of its bodiless
\nLight,
Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours,
Crossing
\nthe immobile silence of her mind:
In its might of irresponsible
\nsovereignty
It seized on speech to give those flamings shape,
\n
Made beat the heart of wisdom in a word
And spoke immortal
\nthings through mortal lips.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nSomething unknown,
\nunreached and mysterious from that Vast sends down messages of its
\nsupraphysical light and its flashes of superhuman thought across the
\nmoveless silence of her mind. In its imperious might it moulds her
\nspeech to give expression to those messages, makes each word vibrate
\nwith wisdom and through her mortal lips speaks things that are
\nimmortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Strange
\nRevealings <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nOr, listening to the
\nsages of the woods,
In question and in answer broke from her
\n
High strange revealings impossible to men,
Something or
\nsomeone secret and remote
Took hold of her body for his mystic
\nuse,
Her mouth was seized to channel ineffable truths,
Knowledge
\nunthinkable found an utterance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIn her converse with
\nthe sages of the forest, new unexpected revelations beyond the human
\nrange come from her; something or someone hidden and remote possesses
\nher body for his mystic purpose, ineffable truths are spoken through
\nher lips, Knowledge beyond thought finds utterance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Impassive <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAstonished by a new
\nenlightenment,
Invaded by a streak of the Absolute,
They
\nmarvelled at her, for she seemed to know
What they had only
\nglimpsed at times afar.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThese thoughts were
\nformed not in her listening brain,
Her vacant heart was like a
\nstringless harp;
Impassive the body claimed not its own voice,
\n
But let the luminous greatness through it pass.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe sages gaze on
\nher filled with wonder, astonished by her new enlightenment, struck
\nby a touch of the Absolute in her; for she seems to know what so far
\nthey had only half-glimpsed on occasions, distantly.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nThese thoughts of
\nhers are not formed in her brain that only listens; her heart is
\nvacant of emotions like a harp without strings, is soundless; her
\nbody is impassive and does not affirm its speech to be its own; it
\nlets the luminous greatness pass through it without claiming it as
\nits own or interfering with it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Dual Power acts
\nStill <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nA dual Power at
\nbeing\u2019s occult poles
Still acted, nameless and invisible:
Her
\ndivine emptiness was their instrument.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nInconscient Nature
\ndealt with the world it had made,
And using still the body\u2019s
\ninstruments
Slipped through the conscious void she had become;
\n
The superconscient Mystery through that Void
Missioned its
\nword to touch the thoughts of men.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nA dual Power \u2014 the
\ninconscient and the superconscient \u2014 still acts at the two hidden
\nends of her being; her divine emptiness becomes their channel.
\nInconscient Nature, using her body’s instruments gets across to the
\nworld through the conscious void that Savitri has become. Similarly,
\nthe superconscient Mystery above despatches its message through that
\nVoid to touch the thoughts of men around.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Thoughts from
\nCosmic Breadths <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAs yet this great
\nimpersonal speech was rare.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nBut now the unmoving
\nwide spiritual space
In which her mind survived tranquil and
\nbare,
Admitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths:
A
\nthought came through draped as an outer voice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThis kind of
\nimpersonal speech has been rare so far. Now the wide immobile
\nspiritual space in which survives her mind, tranquil and nude, admits
\na voyaging thought from the universal atmosphere this thought comes
\nin the form of an external voice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Circle without
\nCircumference <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIt called not for
\nthe witness of the mind,
It spoke not to the hushed receiving
\nheart;
It came direct to the pure perception\u2019s seat,
An
\nonly centre now of consciousness,
If centre could be where all
\nseemed only space;
No more shut in by body\u2019s walls and gates,
\n
Her being a circle without circumference
Already now
\nsurpassed all cosmic bounds
And more and more spread into
\ninfinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThis thought does
\nnot claim the attention of the mind, nor does it impact on the still,
\nreceiving heart; it comes direct to the station of pure perception
\nwhich is now the only remaining centre of her consciousness \u2014 if at
\nall there can be a centre where there seems to be only endless space.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nHer being is no more
\nwalled in by the body; a circle without a bounding circumference, it
\nhas already gone beyond all cosmic boundaries and increasingly
\nspreads over into infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Her being a
\nWorld <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThis being was its
\nown unbounded world,
A world without form or feature or
\ncircumstance,
It had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought,
Yet
\nsaw itself and looked on all around
In a silence motionless and
\nillimitable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nHer being is a
\nlimitless world by itself, a world without determining form, feature
\nor circumstance. It has neither a fixed ground nor enclosing walls
\nnor roofing thought; and yet it can perceive itself and see too all
\naround in a still and illimitable silence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
A Still Infinity
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThere was no person
\nthere, no centred mind,
No seat of feeling on which beat events
\n
Or objects wrought and shaped reaction\u2019s stress.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThere was no motion
\nin this inner world,
All was a still and even infinity.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIn her the Unseen,
\nthe Unknown waited his hour.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIn her being there
\nis no more a person, no more a focussed mind, no seat of feeling on
\nwhich events can strike or objects act and provoke reactions. In her
\ninner world there is no movement. All is a still and level infinity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nThe Unseen and the
\nUnknown waits for his hour in Savitri.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
A Voice Speaks <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nBut now she sat by
\nsleeping Satyavan
Awake within, and the enormous Night
\n
Surrounded her with the Unknowable\u2019s vast.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nA voice began to
\nspeak from her own heart
That was not hers, yet mastered thought
\nand sense. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nOne night, Savitri
\nis sitting by the side of Satyavan who is sleeping. She is awake
\nwithin herself; round her is the huge Night with the vastitude of the
\nUnknowable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nFrom within her
\nheart a voice begins to speak; the voice is not hers, but it has
\nseized her thought and sense.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
All Lives <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAs it spoke all
\nchanged within her and without;
All was, all lived; she felt all
\nbeing one;
The world of unreality ceased to be:
There was no
\nmore a universe built by mind,
Convicted as a structure or a
\nsign; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAs the voice speaks,
\nall changes both within and without her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nShe feels all
\ncreation coming back to life and realises that all being is one
\nexistence. What had appeared to be an unreality ceases to be so. What
\nhad seemed to be a universe constructed by the mind, no more than a
\ntemporary structure or a symbol, is once more felt as real and
\nsubstantial.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Stupendous Truth
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nA spirit, a being
\nsaw created things
And cast itself into unnumbered forms
And
\nwas what it saw and made; all now became
An evidence of one
\nstupendous truth,
A Truth in which negation had no place,
A
\nbeing and a living consciousness,
A stark and absolute Reality.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nA spirit, a being
\nperceives all created things and casts itself into innumerable forms,
\nit becomes what it sees and makes. Everything now testifies to a
\nstupendous Truth in which there is no negation anywhere, the fact of
\na being, a living consciousness, a sheer and absolute Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Infinite and
\nEternal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThere the unreal
\ncould not find a place,
The sense of unreality was slain:
There
\nall was conscious, made of the Infinite,
All had a substance of
\nEternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIn this Reality,
\nthere can be nothing unreal. The sense of unreality is destroyed. All
\nis conscious, all is a make of the Infinite, the very substance of
\nall is Eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Indecipherable <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nYet this was the
\nsame Indecipherable;
It seemed to cast from it universe like a
\ndream
Vanishing for ever into an original Void.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nBut this was no more
\nsome vague ubiquitous point
Or a cipher of vastness in unreal
\nNought. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIt was the same but
\nnow no more seemed far
To the living clasp of her recovered soul.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAnd yet this Reality
\ntoo is as indecipherable as the Negation experienced earlier. It
\nseems to project the universe from itself like a dream that
\nultimately vanishes into some original Void. But this is no more a
\nvague point that is everywhere or a vast zero in some unreal Nothing.
\nThough indecipherable, it does not seem far to the living clasp of
\nher soul that Savitri has now recovered from the sense of near
\ndissolution that had overcome it earlier.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Reality of
\nExisting Things <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIt was her self, it
\nwas the self of all,
It was the reality of existing things,
It
\nwas the consciousness of all that lived
And felt and saw; it was
\nTimelessness and Time,
It was the Bliss of formlessness and form.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIt was all Love and
\nthe one Beloved\u2019s arms,
It was sight and thought in one
\nall-seeing Mind,
It was joy of being on the peaks of God.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe Absolute that
\nSavitri now experiences is her own self and the self of all, the
\nconstituting reality of all that exists; it is the consciousness of
\nall that lives, feels and sees. It is at once Timelessness and Time,
\nthe Bliss of formlessness and form. It is all Love and yet the one
\nBeloved folding her in his arms (Love impersonal and the personal
\nLover). It is sight and thought in one all-perceiving Mind. It is the
\nsheer joy of being on the summits of God-existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Beyond time and
\nspace <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe passed beyond
\nTime into eternity,
Slipped out of space and became the Infinite;
\n
Her being rose into unreachable heights
And found no end of
\nits journey in the Self.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nIt plunged into the
\nunfathomable deeps
And found no end to the silent mystery
That
\nheld all world within one lonely breast,
Yet harboured all
\ncreation\u2019s multitudes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nSavitri crosses
\nbeyond Time into eternity, beyond space into infinity. Her being
\nrises to heights that are normally unscalable and yet comes to no
\nterminus in its voyage into the Self. It plunges as well into the
\ninner depths and finds no end to the silent mystery that holds the
\nentire world in its single heart and still finds room for all the
\nmultitudes of creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
One Huge Spirit <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe was all vastness
\nand one measureless point,
She was a height beyond heights, a
\ndepth beyond depths,
She lived in the everlasting and was all
\n
That harbours death and bears the wheeling hours.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAll contraries were
\ntrue in one huge spirit
Surpassing measure, change and
\ncircumstance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe is at once all
\nvastitude and the infinitesimal point without magnitude, a height
\nbeyond all heights and a depth beyond all depths. She abides in the
\npermanent and yet is all that contains death and circling time. All
\ncontraries find their truth in that one vast Spirit that exceeds all
\ndeterminations, change and circumstance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Creator and Lord
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAn individual, one
\nwith cosmic self
In the heart of the Transcendent\u2019s miracle
\n
And the secret of World-personality
Was the creator and the
\nlord of all. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nHere is realised the
\ntruth of manifestation: an individual, united with the self of the
\ncosmos, in the depth of the Transcendent’s mystery, the hidden base
\nof the world as a Personality of the Divine, is the sole creator and
\nMaster of all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Single Immense
\nReality <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nMind was a single
\ninnumerable look
Upon himself and all that he became,
Life
\nwas his drama and the Vast a stage,
The universe was his body,
\nGod its soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAll was one single
\nimmense reality,
All its innumerable phenomenon.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nOf this creator and
\nlord, the mind is a single, multitudinous look upon his being and his
\nmanifold becoming. Life is his play and the Vast his stage. The
\nuniverse is his body and God the soul of this body-universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nAll is seen to be
\none single huge reality and everything its varied phenomenon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
World as Living
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nHer spirit saw the
\nworld as living God;
It saw the One and knew that all was He.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe knew him as the
\nAbsolute\u2019s self-space,
One with her self and ground of all
\nthings here
In which the world wanders seeking for the Truth
\n
Guarded behind its face of ignorance:
She followed him
\nthrough the march of endless Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nSavitri’s spirit
\nperceives the world to be living God. It sees the One Real and knows
\nthat all is He. She realises Him, the One that is All, as the
\nself-extension of the Absolute. He is one with her own soul, He is
\nthe base of all things, all movements through which this world
\nwanders searching for the Truth which stands guarded behind its mask
\nof Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nShe follows Him
\nthrough the march of eternal Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
She inhabits the
\nVastness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAll Nature\u2019s
\nhappenings were events in her,
The heart-beats of the cosmos were
\nher own,
All beings thought and felt and moved in her;
She
\ninhabited the vastness of the world,
Its distances were her
\nnature\u2019s boundaries,
Its closenesses her own life\u2019s
\nintimacies. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nSavitri is
\nidentified with all Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nAll happenings in
\nNature are felt as events in her own self, the rhythms of the cosmos
\nare her own; all beings are realised as thinking, feeling and moving
\nin her. She dwells spread out in the vastness of the world; its
\ndistances are her own boundaries, its closenesses are the intimacies
\nof her own life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
One and
\nMultitudinous <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nHer mind became
\nfamiliar with its mind,
Its body was her body\u2019s larger frame
\n
In which she lived and knew herself in it
One, multitudinous
\nin its multitudes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe was a single
\nbeing, yet all things;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nHer mind is in
\ncommunion with the mind of the world. Its body is only a larger form
\nof her own body, an extension in which she lives as the one unique
\nand yet as the various many. She is a single being and still she is
\nall things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
She is all The
\nWorld <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe world was her
\nspirit\u2019s wide circumference,
The thoughts of others were her
\nintimates,
Their feelings close to her universal heart,
Their
\nbodies her many bodies kin to her;
She was no more herself but
\nall the world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe whole world is
\nbut the large circumference of her spirit; the thoughts of others are
\nknown to her, the feelings of others are close to her world-wide
\nheart, even their bodies are her own diverse bodies.Savitri is no
\nlonger her separate individual self; she is the whole world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Infinity Her
\nNatural Home <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nOut of the
\ninfinitudes all came to her,
Into the infinitudes sentient she
\nspread,
Infinity was her own natural home.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nNowhere she dwelt,
\nher spirit was everywhere,
The distant constellations wheeled
\nround her;
Earth saw her born, all worlds were her colonies,
The
\ngreater worlds of life and mind were hers;
All Nature reproduced
\nher in its lines,
Its movements were large copies of her own.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nAll flows towards
\nher from the infinitudes, she spreads out consciously into the
\ninfinitudes; infinity becomes her natural home. She dwells nowhere in
\nparticular for her spirit is everywhere. The far-off constellations
\nrevolve around her. The earth witnesses her new birth; all the worlds
\nare her domains; even the greater worlds of life and mind are hers.
\nAll Nature manifests Savitri; its movements are larger replicas of
\nher own movements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

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

\nShe was the single
\nself of all these selves,
She was in them and they were all in
\nher. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThis first was an
\nimmense identity
In which her own identity was lost:
What
\nseemed herself was an image of the Whole.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe is the one self
\nof all the selves in the universe; she lives in them and they in her.
\nAt first this is realized as an immense identity in which her own
\nindividual identity is lost. What appears to be herself is only an
\nimage of the Whole, not anything separately self-existent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Subconscient
\nLife Ascending <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe was a
\nsubconscient life of tree and flower,
The outbreak of the honied
\nbuds of spring;
She burned in the passion and splendour of the
\nrose,
She was the red heart of the passion flower,
The
\ndream-white of the lotus in its pool.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nOut of subconscient
\nlife she climbed to mind,
She was thought and the passion of the
\nworld\u2019s heart,
She was the godhead hid in the heart of man,
\n
She was the climbing of his soul to God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe is aflow as the
\nsubconscient life in the plant creation, in its beauty and splendour,
\nin its purity and intensity. From the subconscient life-levels she
\nascends to the mental levels: she becomes the thought, the passion of
\nthe world’s heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nShe is also the
\nveiled godhead \u2014 the soul-person \u2014 in the heart of man and she it
\nis that climbs in his soul to God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n
Infinity and
\nEternity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nThe cosmos flowered
\nin her, she was its bed.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe was Time and the
\ndreams of God in Time;
She was Space and the wideness of his
\ndays. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nFrom this she rose
\nwhere Time and Space were not;
The superconscient was her native
\nair,
Infinity was her movement\u2019s natural space;
Eternity
\nlooked out from her on Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n

\nShe becomes the bed
\non which the whole cosmos flowers. She is Time and the pourings of
\nGod in Time; she is Space and the extensions of God in his becomings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\nFrom this too she
\nrises into a state beyond Time and Space. She breathes the air of the
\nsuperconscient; the whole infinity is the natural space for her
\nmovement. She becomes one with Eternity and through her Eternity
\nlooks upon Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n

\n

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

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