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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 Ten. The Book of the Double Twilight<\/p>\n

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

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\n\t\t\t\t\tBook Ten<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\nThe Book of the Double Twilight<\/b><\/p>\n

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\nBook
\nTen: Canto 2<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nGospel of Death and vanity of the Ideal<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


\n<\/P>
\n


\nSummary
Death
\nspeaks:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nO prisoner of
\nNature, this is the unsubstantial world from which thy hopes come.
\nThis is how man’s thought erects illusions and ideals come to be
\nformed. Actually the ideal is neither in heaven nor on earth. Love is
\na ferment of thy body and it must die with the body. Thy mind vainly
\ntries to lend eternity to perishing things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAll here emerges
\nfrom Nothingness and crumbles back into Nothingness. There is no such
\nthing as lasting love nor an ideal made real. If there is Truth, it
\nshines far above the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe legend that is
\nlove is only a desire of the flesh. It is soon spent out and its
\nshort-lived glory fades away. Death has saved thee and Satyavan from
\nthis disillusionment. Do not call back Satyavan. Go back to thy frail
\nworld. Open thy eyes and see the transitoriness of things. Forget all
\nthis struggle and pain, forget this vain Quest for the spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri Replies:
\n
Thy falsehoods mixed with strains of truth are dangerous. I
\nforbid thee to slay my soul. My love is not of the flesh, it comes
\nfrom God. It is a voice of the eternal Ecstasy. One day we shall near
\nthe Great Mother’s face; the gods shall gain their fulfilment and the
\ndarkened deities their deliverance. The Eternal comes ever in the
\nguise of Love and tastes both the joy and the pain of life. He named
\nhimself as Satyavan for me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSatyavan and I have
\nbeen the twin man and woman from the beginning of time. We have met
\nand loved each other in many worlds. If there is a greater god, let
\nhim wear the face of Satyavan before I desire him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nO Death, advance
\nbeyond the phantom beauty of this world. I care not for this world of
\nDream. I cherish God the Fire.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death speaks
\nonce again:
Thy thoughts are only bright hallucinations. Vain is
\nthy bid to build heaven on earth. Mind, the artificer of Ideal and
\nIdea, is but a child of Matter in the womb of Life. Matter is the
\nfirst-born, a solid image of reality. If it ends all ends, mind and
\nsoul including. Besides, even Matter turns out to be a form of Energy
\nand its shapes, steps of Energy’s dance. Finally even this movement
\nof Energy ends in Nothing.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis is the stuff of
\nwhich thou and thy world are made. Out of an inconscient Void has
\nthis movingworld sprang forth. When all was unconscious, all was
\nwell, calm, moving according to my unerring plan. But Thought came
\nand spoilt the harmony of my creation. Matter began to hope, think
\nand feel; joy and pain strove. Nature lost her wide calm and the
\ntangled paths woven by the mind came into existence. Where is the
\nsoul and where is God in this immensity of a machine? Thou claimest
\nimmortality for thy spirit, but immortality for imperfect man is
\ndangerous. Knowledge is a phenomenon of ignorance, love a secretion
\nfrom erotic glands. Mind and life are tricks of Matter’s force. How
\nshall the Ideal’s unsubstantial hues be painted on the earth’s
\ncrimson blur? O soul, do not be misled by the splendour of thy
\nthoughts; obey the earthly law; take what thou canst of life’s
\npermitted joy; suffer what thou must, till my long and calm night of
\nsleep claims thee.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inexorable Voice
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen pealed the calm
\ninexorable voice:
Abolishing hope, cancelling life\u2019s golden
\ntruths,
Fatal its accents smote the trembling air.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThat lovely world
\nswam thin and frail, most like
Some pearly evanescent farewell
\ngleam
On the faint verge of dusk in moonless eves.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen peals a calm,
\nrelentless voice cancelling all hope, cancelling all the bright
\ntruths of life. Its fatal accents strike the shuddering air. The
\nlovely twilit world begins to thin and fade away like some
\npearl-like, momentary gleam vanishing on the faint brink of dusk in a
\ndarkening evening, when there is no moon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Unsubstantial
\nImmortality <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cPrisoner of
\nNature, many-visioned spirit,
Thought\u2019s creature in the ideal\u2019s
\nrealm enjoying
Thy unsubstantial immortality
The subtle
\nmarvellous mind of man has feigned,
This is the world from which
\nthy yearnings came.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O prisoner of
\nNature, spirit with many visions, O creature of thought enjoying in
\nthe heavens of the Ideal thy baseless immortality which is only an
\nimagination of the subtle and marvellous human mind, this world which
\nthou hast now beheld the twilight World of the Ideal — is the real
\nsource of thy yearnings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternity from
\nDust <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen it would build
\neternity from the dust,
Man\u2019s thought paints images illusion
\nrounds;
Prophesying glories it shall never see,
It labours
\ndelicately among its dreams.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"When this
\nthought of the human mind, wishes to erect eternity from out of mere
\ndust, it paints images bordered by illusion; it forecasts glories
\nwhich it will never see; it works finely amidst its dreamings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rapture and Hope
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehold this fleeing
\nof light-tasselled shapes,
Aerial raiment of unbodied gods;
A
\nrapture of things that never can be born,
Hope chants to hope a
\nbright immortal choir;
Cloud satisfies cloud, phantom to longing
\nphantom
Leans sweetly, sweetly is clasped or sweetly chased.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look at these
\nfleeting shapes, the aerial vestures of unembodied gods; there is a
\nrapture of things that cannot hope to be born; hope sings to hope an
\nimmortal song; cloud satisfies cloud, phantom leans sweetly to
\ndesiring phantom and is dearly embraced or dearly chased.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal only a
\nBright Delirium <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is the stuff
\nfrom which the ideal is formed:
Its builder is thought, its base
\nthe heart\u2019s desire,
But nothing real answers to their call.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe ideal dwells not
\nin heaven, nor on the earth,
A bright delirium of man\u2019s ardour
\nof hope
Drunk with the wine of its own phantasy.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a brilliant
\nshadow\u2019s dreamy trail.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This is the
\nsubstance out of which the ideal is formed. Its artisan is the
\nthought in the mind, its base is the desire in the heart. But nothing
\nreal responds to the call of either the thought or the desire; it is
\nonly a picture of fleeting shapes. Neither in heaven nor on earth
\ndoes the ideal exist; it is only a bright delirium of man’s ardent
\nhope intoxicated by the wine of its own imagination. It is only the
\nunsubstantial trail of a bright shadow.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Love Born in
\nBody’s Ferment <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy vision\u2019s error
\nbuilds the azure skies,
Thy vision\u2019s error drew the rainbow\u2019s
\narch;
Thy mortal longing made for thee a soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis angel in thy
\nbody thou callst love,
Who shapes his wings from thy emotion\u2019s
\nhues,
In a ferment of thy body has been born
And with the
\nbody that housed it it must die.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"It is an error
\nof thy vision that builds the blue skies even as it draws the
\nbeautiful arch of the rainbow. Neither exists in fact. Similarly
\nthere is no soul as such. Thy human longing shapes for thee what thou
\ncallest a soul. Neither does this angel in thy body whom thou callest
\nlove, exist by itself. It shapes its wings from the hues of thy
\nemotion; it is born from some tumult in thy body and when the body
\nthat lodges it dies, it too must die.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Love is a Cover <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a passion of
\nthy yearning cells,
It is flesh that calls to flesh to serve its
\nlust;
It is thy mind that seeks an answering mind
And dreams
\nawhile that it has found its mate;
It is thy life that asks a
\nhuman prop
To uphold its weakness lonely in the world
Or
\nfeeds its hunger on another\u2019s life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What thou
\ncallest love is only a passionate longing of the cells in thy body, a
\ncall of flesh to flesh; it is the seeking of thy mind for a companion
\nmind, its dreaming that it has found its mate; it is again thy life
\nthat looks for a human support to uphold its solitary precarious
\nexistence in the world or satisfies its hunger by drawing upon
\nanother’s life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beast of Prey <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA beast of prey that
\npauses in its prowl,
It crouches under a bush in splendid flower
\n
To seize a heart and body for its food:
This beast thou
\ndreamst immortal and a god.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This love that
\nthou dreamest to be immortal and a god is nothing but a beast, a
\nbeast of prey that prowls about and crouches under a beautifully
\nflowering bush in order to seize unawares some heart and body for its
\nfood.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
An Hour’s
\nDelight <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO human mind, vainly
\nthou torturest
An hour\u2019s delight to stretch through infinity\u2019s
\n
Long void and fill its formless, passionless gulfs,
Persuading
\nthe insensible Abyss
To lend eternity to perishing things,
And
\ntrickst the fragile movements of thy heart
With thy spirit\u2019s
\nfeint of immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O human mind,
\nin vain dost thou torture the brief delight of an hour to stretch
\nitself through the long void of infinity and fill its bare,
\npassionless gulfs, persuading the insensible Abyss to lend permanence
\nto perishing things; thou deceivest the tender movements of thy heart
\nwith thy spirit’s pretence of immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All from
\nNothingnes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll here emerges
\nborn from Nothingness;
Encircled it lasts by the emptiness of
\nSpace,
Awhile upheld by an unknowing Force,
Then crumbles
\nback into its parent Nought:
Only the Mute alone can ever be.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All here comes
\nout from Nothingness. Bounded by the emptiness of Space, it lasts for
\na while supported by an insensible Force and then breaks down
\ndisappearing into the Nought that is its source.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnly the mute Alone
\nlasts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
No Room for Love
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the Alone there
\nis no room for love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn vain to clothe
\nlove\u2019s perishable mud
Thou hast woven on the Immortal\u2019s
\nborrowed loom
The ideal\u2019s gorgeous and unfading robe.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There can be
\nno room for love in this Alone. In vain hast thou woven on the
\nborrowed loom of the Immortal the splendid and bright robe of the
\nIdeal to cover the perishable earthy stuff of love. Thou hast sought
\nin vain to clothe transient love with the vesture of the Ideal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal is never
\nReal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe ideal never yet
\nwas real made.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImprisoned in form
\nthat glory cannot live;
Into a body shut it breathes no more.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The ideal has
\nnever been made real; it lives only as long as it remains an ideal.
\nThe moment it is imprisoned in a form, the glory that is the ideal
\ncannot live; cabined in a body, it can breathe no more.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal rejected
\nby Life <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntangible, remote,
\nfor ever pure,
A sovereign of its own brilliant void,
\n
Unwillingly it descends to earthly air
To inhabit a white
\ntemple in man\u2019s heart:
In his heart it shines rejected by his
\nlife. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Impalpable,
\nfar-off, ever pure white, the ideal is supreme in its own brilliant
\nvoid. It descends unwillingly to the earth-regions to dwell as a
\ncherished idol in the pure temple of man’s heart. It shines in his
\nheart though it is rejected as impractical by his life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal is Dumb <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmutable, bodiless,
\nbeautiful, grand and dumb,
Immobile on its shining throne it
\nsits;
Dumb it receives his offering and his prayer.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt has no voice to
\nanswer to his call,
No feet that move, no hands to take his
\ngifts: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Immutable,
\nformless, beautiful, grand and mute, the ideal sits immobile on its
\nglittering throne. It receives dumbly man’s offering and prayer. For
\nit has no speech to answer his call, it has no feet to move with, no
\nhands wherewith to receive his gifts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe ideal is grand
\nand royal, but ineffective.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Aerial Statue of
\nnude Idea <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAerial statue of the
\nnude Idea,
Virgin conception of a bodiless god,
Its light
\nstirs man the thinker to create
An earthly semblance of diviner
\nthings. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The ideal is
\nan airy form of the bare Idea. It is a pure conception \u2014 as yet
\nuntouched, untried \u2014 of a bodiless god seeking expression. Its
\nlight impels the thinker in man to create some earthly likeness of
\nthings of a diviner kind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hued Reflection
\nof Ideal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts hued reflection
\nfalls upon man\u2019s acts;
His institutions are its cenotaphs,
He
\nsigns his dead conventions with its name;
His virtues don the
\nIdeal\u2019s skiey robe
And a nimbus of the outline of its face:
He
\nhides their littleness with the divine Name.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cSome coloured
\nreflection of the ideal falls upon man\u2019s actions; his cherished
\ninstitutions are monuments in its memory; his stale and dead
\nconventions pass under its name; his virtues are clothed in the
\nunsubstantial robe of the ideal and haloed by a vague appearance of
\nits face; he gives a divine Name to his virtues and conceals their
\nlittleness thereby.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bright Pretence
\nInsufficient <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet insufficient is
\nthe bright pretence
To screen their indigent and earthy make:
\n
Earth only is there and not some heavenly source.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But, this
\nbright pretence is not enough to cover the poor and earthy origin of
\nthese movements of man. Earth and not any heaven is their source.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth Shines far
\nabove <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf heavens there are
\nthey are veiled in their own light,
If a Truth eternal somewhere
\nreigns unknown,
It burns in a tremendous void of God;
For
\ntruth shines far from the falsehoods of the world;
How can the
\nheavens come down to unhappy earth
Or the eternal lodge in
\ndrifting time?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If truly there
\nare heavens around, they are effectively screened by their own light;
\nif truly some eternal Truth reigns somewhere unknown, then it must be
\naflame in a huge Void of God \u2014 not on earth. For truth shines far
\nabove the falsehoods of the world. How can the heavens of felicity
\ncome down to this unhappy earth? How can the Eternal stay in passing
\ntime?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth’s Dolorous
\nSoil <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow shall the Ideal
\ntread earth\u2019s dolorous soil
Where life is only a labour and a
\nhope,
A child of Matter and by Matter fed,
A fire flaming low
\nin Nature\u2019s grate,
A journey\u2019s toilsome trudge with death for
\ngoal? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"How indeed
\nshall the Ideal walk on the sorrowful soil of the earth where life is
\nonly a struggle and a hope, a product of Matter, nourished by Matter,
\na low fire burning in the furnace of Nature, a laborious tread in a
\njourney that has death for its goal?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
In Vain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Avatars have
\nlived and died in vain,
Vain was the sage\u2019s thought, the
\nprophet\u2019s voice;
In vain is seen the shining upward Way.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cThe
\nAvatars-Divine Incarnations-have lived, worked and died,-but all in
\nvain. The thought of the sage, the voice of the prophet, have fared
\nno better; they have been in vain; the bright upward path of ascent
\nthat shows itself to man is also in vain. Nothing ever changes for
\nthe better.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth lies
\nUnchanged <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth lies unchanged
\nbeneath the circling sun;
She loves her fall and no omnipotence
\n
Her mortal imperfections can erase,
Force on man\u2019s crooked
\nignorance Heaven\u2019s straight line
Or colonise a world of death
\nwith gods. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Earth ever
\nlies unchanged below the revolving sun. Earth loves her fall and no
\nomnipotent God can wipe away her mortal imperfections, nor can he
\nimpose the straight movement of Heaven’s Knowledge on the crooked
\nignorance of man; nor can he colonise this mortal world with immortal
\ngods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Love a Sacred
\nLegend <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO traveller in the
\nchariot of the Sun,
High priestess in the holy fancy\u2019s shrine
\n
Who with a magic ritual in earth\u2019s house
Worshippest ideal
\nand eternal love,
What is this love thy thought has deified,
\n
This sacred legend and immortal myth?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Savitri,
\ntraveller in the bright chariot of the Sun, august priestess in a
\nholy temple of fancy who worshippest with magic ritual this so-called
\nideal and eternal love, in the house that is earth, what after all is
\nthis love that has. been deified by thy thought, this love which is
\ntruly a legend though sacred, a myth though undying?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yearning of
\nFlesh <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a conscious
\nyearning of thy flesh,
It is a glorious burning of thy nerves,
A
\nrose of dream-splendour petalling thy mind,
A great red rapture
\nand torture of thy heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What thou
\ncallest love is only a conscious desire, an intense longing of thy
\nflesh, a splendid flaming of thy nerves, a veritable rose of
\ndream-splendour forming around thy mind, a mighty, intense rapture \u2014
\nwhich is also a torture \u2014 of thy heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA sudden
\ntransfiguration of thy days,
It passes and the world is as
\nbefore. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA ravishing edge of
\nsweetness and of pain,
A thrill in its yearning makes it seem
\ndivine,
A golden bridge across the roar of the years,
A cord
\ntying thee to eternity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This love may
\nbring a sudden transforming change for a brief period, but soon it
\npasses, leaving things as before. Its intensity of sweetness, its
\nsharpness of pain, its thrill of longing make it appear divine; it
\nseems like a golden bridge across the turbulent waters of time, a
\ncord linking thee to eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
How brief and
\nFrail! <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd yet how brief
\nand frail! how soon is spent
This treasure wasted by the gods on
\nman,
This happy closeness as of soul to soul,
This honey of
\nthe body\u2019s companionship,
This heightened joy, this ecstasy in
\nthe veins,
This strange illumination of the sense!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And still, how
\nbrief and frail is all this love! How soon is it spent out, this
\ntreasure wasted by the gods on man, this happy closeness as of souls,
\nthis sweetness of body’s companionship with body, this enhanced joy,
\nthis ecstasy in the nerves, this strange irradiation of the senses!<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Other faces come
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf Satyavan had
\nlived, love would have died;
But Satyavan is dead and love shall
\nlive
A little while in thy sad breast, until
His face and
\nbody fade on memory\u2019s wall
Where other bodies, other faces
\ncome. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Surely, if
\nSatyavan had lived, this love would have tired and ebbed away; but
\nSatyavan is dead and thy love will yet last for a while in thy sad
\nheart until the memories of his face, his body, fade away and other
\nfaces, other bodies occupy their place.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
When first Love
\nBreaks <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen love breaks
\nsuddenly into the life
At first man steps into a world of the
\nsun;
In his passion he feels his heavenly element:
But only a
\nfine sunlit patch of earth
The marvellous aspect took of heaven\u2019s
\noutburst. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"When love
\nfirst breaks into a man’s life, he steps into a veritable world of
\ngolden light; he feels a heavenly element awake in him in the
\ncoursing of his fresh passion. But only a small, sunlit patch of his
\nbody takes on this marvellous hue of heaven’s outburst of light and
\njoy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Precarious <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe snake is there
\nand the worm in the heart of the rose.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA word, a moment\u2019s
\nact can slay the god;
Precarious is his immortality,
He has a
\nthousand ways to suffer and die;
Love cannot live by heavenly
\nfood alone,
Only on sap of earth can it survive.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Also this
\nfelicity does not last. The snake is there and there is the
\nunexpected worm in the heart of the beautiful rose. A single word, a
\nhasty act can slay this god of love; his immortality is precarious.
\nHe has innumerable ways in which he suffers and ends.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLove cannot live and
\nsurvive on a heavenly diet alone, on idealistic stuff only. It needs
\nthe raw sap of the earth to do so; it needs to draw upon the flesh.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Hunger of Body
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor thy passion was
\na sensual want refined;
A hunger of the body and the heart;
Thy
\nwant can tire and cease or turn elsewhere
Or love may meet a dire
\nand pitiless end
By bitter treason, or wrath with cruel wounds
\n
Separate, or thy unsatisfied will to others
Depart when first
\nlove\u2019s joy lies stripped and slain:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For, after
\nall, thy passion was only a refined form of a sensual desire; a
\nhunger of the body and heart; so thy desire can easily get bored and
\ncease or turn to other sources of a satisfaction, also love may be
\nbetrayed and meet a bitter end, wrath may inflict wounds and separate
\nthe lovers, or thy unsatisfied will may depart to other persons when
\nthe first love’s joy is exposed (as inadequate or unworthy) and slain<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Imitation of
\nLove <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA dull indifference
\nreplaces fire
Or an endearing habit imitates love:
An outward
\nand uneasy union lasts
Or the routine of a life\u2019s compromise.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The first
\nintensity of passion is soon replaced by a dull indifference; or a
\npleasant mechanical habit may continue to imitate the movements of
\nlove. What lasts is only an outer and uneasy union, not a true union
\nof hearts; or a compromise is accepted and life settles into a
\nroutine once the charm of love has faded.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Two Strive <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere once the seed
\nof oneness had been cast
Into a semblance of spiritual ground
By
\na divine adventure of heavenly powers
Two strive, constant
\nassociates without joy,
Two egos straining in a single leash,
\n
Two minds divided by their jarring thoughts,
Two spirits
\ndisjoined, for ever separate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Where the
\nheavenly powers in a sublime adventure had thrown the seed of love,
\nof oneness, on a soil that appeared to be spiritually ready, now the
\ntwo parties strive with each other \u2014 constant companions without
\njoy in their association; they are two egos straining to outbeat each
\nother under one driving impulse, two minds separated by their
\nconflicting thoughts, two spirits set apart, separate. In all ways
\nthere is a division of the two in the wake of love; instead of the
\ngrowth of oneness there comes the conflict of the two.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal Falsified <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus is the ideal
\nfalsified in man\u2019s world;
Trivial or sombre, disillusion comes,
\n
Life\u2019s harsh reality stares at the soul:
Heaven\u2019s hour
\nadjourned flees into bodiless Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is how an ideal
\nis traduced in the world of men. Petty or grave the situation may be,
\ndisillusionment is sure to come; the harsh reality of life confronts
\nthe soul, pulling down the ideal. The hour of the heavenly ideal gets
\npostponed and recedes into some unembodied future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death Saves <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath saves thee
\nfrom this and saves Satyavan:
He now is safe, delivered from
\nhimself;
He travels to silence and felicity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCall him not back to
\nthe treacheries of earth
And the poor petty life of animal Man.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn my vast tranquil
\nspaces let him sleep
In harmony with the mighty hush of death
\n
Where love lies slumbering on the breast of peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Death saves
\nthee and Satyavan from such a disillusionment. He is now safe,
\nabsolved; he proceeds to silence and felicity. Do not call him back
\nto the betrayals of earth and to the poor small rounds of the animal
\nlife of man. Let him rest in my vast, quiet spaces in harmony with
\nthe great hush of death where love sleeps at last on the bosom of
\npeace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Go back alone <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd thou, go back
\nalone to thy frail world:
Chastise thy heart with knowledge,
\nunhood and see
Thy nature raised into clear living heights,
The
\nheaven-bird\u2019s view from unimagined peaks.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor when thou givest
\nthy spirit to a dream
Soon hard necessity will smite thee awake:
\n
Purest delight began and it must end.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And thou,
\nreturn alone to thy fragile world. Correct thy heart with knowledge;
\nremove the veil from thy eyes and see, with thy nature lifted up to
\nclear, vivid heights, from a new summit-view. When thou allowest thy
\nspirit to be lost in dreaming, hard necessity will soon strike thee
\nawake. Even the purest bliss has had a beginning and so it must have
\nan end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Forget and Rest <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou too shall know
\nthy heart no anchor swinging
Thy cradled soul moored in eternal
\nseas. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVain are the cycles
\nof thy brilliant mind.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRenounce, forgetting
\njoy and hope and tears
Thy passionate nature in the bosom
\nprofound
Of a happy Nothingness and wordless Calm,
Delivered
\ninto my mysterious rest.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne with my
\nfathomless Nihil all forget.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou too shalt
\nknow, with thy heart free from all attachments, thy infant soul
\nmoored in seas eternal. Vain are the whirling thoughts of thy
\nbrilliant mind. Renounce all; forget joy, hope and suffering; let thy
\nrestless nature lie in the profound bosom of a happy Nothingness and
\nsilent Calm; deliver it into my mysterious rest. Become one with my
\nendless Nihil and forget all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Forget the Quest
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nForget thy fruitless
\nspirit\u2019s waste of force,
Forget the weary circle of thy birth,
\n
Forget the joy and the struggle and the pain,
The vague
\nspiritual quest which first began
When worlds broke forth like
\nclusters of fire-flowers,
And great burning thoughts voyaged
\nthrough the sky of mind
And Time and its aeons crawled across the
\nvasts
And souls emerged into mortality.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Forget this
\nvain waste of thy spirit’s force, forget the endless rounds of thy
\nbirth, forget its joy, struggle and pain; forget the vague spiritual
\nquest that first started when these worlds burst forth like so many
\nbunches of fire-flowers and great intense thoughts passed through the
\nmind, and Time and its aeons rolled across the vasts and souls
\nemerged into this state of mortality."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dangerous Music
\nof Death <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Savitri replied
\nto the dark Power:
\u201cA dangerous music now thou findst, O Death,
\n
Melting thy speech into harmonious pain,
And flut\u2019st
\nalluringly to tired hopes
Thy falsehoods mingled with sad strains
\nof truth. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut I forbid thy
\nvoice to slay my soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri replies:"O
\nDeath, thou findst now a dangerous music. Turning thy speech softly
\ninto rhythmic pain, thou intonest temptingly to tired hopes. Thy
\nfalsehoods are mixed with sad strains of truth. But I forbid thy
\nvoice to thus slay my soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Love not a
\nCraving <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy love is not a
\nhunger of the heart,
My love is not a craving of the flesh;
It
\ncame to me from God, to God returns.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven in all that
\nlife and man have marred,
A whisper of divinity still is heard,
\n
A breath is felt from the eternal spheres.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Mine is not a
\nlove that is a hunger of the heart \u2014as thou callest it; nor is it a
\ndesire of the flesh. My love has come to me from God and it climbs
\nback to God. Even in all that life and man have spoiled, a whisper of
\nGod is still heard, a breath is still felt from the realms of the
\nEternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Voice of Eternal
\nEcstasy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAllowed by Heaven
\nand wonderful to man
A sweet fire-rhythm of passion chants to
\nlove. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a hope in
\nits wild infinite cry;
It rings with callings from forgotten
\nheights,
And when its strains are hushed to high-winged souls
In
\ntheir empyrean, its burning breath
Survives beyond, the rapturous
\ncore of suns
That flame for ever pure in skies unseen,
A
\nvoice of the eternal Ecstasy.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Sanctioned by
\nHeaven and wonderful to man, a sweet flaming rhythm of passion chants
\nto love. In the wild boundless cry of this passion there is a hope;
\nit rings with calls from summits that are forgotten. And when its
\nstrains reach and ebb away into the high heavens of up-soaring souls,
\nits burning breath still survives beyond in the rapturous core of the
\never-flaming, pure, unseen suns, as a voice of unending Ecstasy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Near our
\nMother’s Face <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne day I shall
\nbehold my great sweet world
Put off the dire disguises of the
\ngods,
Unveil from terror and disrobe from sin.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAppeased we shall
\ndraw near our Mother\u2019s face,
We shall cast our candid souls
\nupon her lap; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"One day I
\nshall see my great, sweet world cast aside the present dreadful
\ndisguises forced on it by the gods, see it put off the veil of terror
\nand remove the robe of sin. Calmed, we shall draw near the face of
\nour Divine Mother,’ we shall throw our sincere souls upon her lap.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hope for all <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall we clasp
\nthe ecstasy we chase,
Then shall we shudder with the long-sought
\ngod,
Then shall we find Heaven\u2019s unexpected strain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNot only is there
\nhope for godheads pure;
The violent and darkened deities
Leaped
\ndown from the one breast in rage to find
What the white gods had
\nmissed: they too are safe;
A Mother\u2019s eyes are on them and her
\narms
Stretched out in love desire her rebel sons.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Then will we
\nbe able to embrace the ecstasy that we have till now unsuccessfully
\nchased; then will we thrill with the long-sought God of Love; then
\nwill we find the unexpected quality of Heaven. There is hope not only
\nfor the pure godheads, but equally for the violent and darkened
\npowers who have leaped down in rage and revolt from the common Source
\n\u2014 the heart of the Creative Divine \u2014 to find in this adventure
\nwhat the pure gods have missed. These dark deities too are safe. On
\nthese rebel sons of hers are the Divine Mother’s eyes and to them her
\narms are stretched out in love. She desires them back.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternal’s Field <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne who came, love
\nand lover and beloved
Eternal, built himself a wondrous field
\n
And wove the measures of a marvellous dance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere in its circles
\nand its magic turns
Attracted he arrives, repelled he flees.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The Eternal
\nwho is at once the lover, the beloved and the love, came and formed
\nfor himself a wonderful field; he wove the patterns of a marvellous
\ndance therein. Within its enchanting circles and magic turns, when
\nattracted he arrives; when repelled, he flees.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Laughter and
\nWrath <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the wild devious
\npromptings of his mind
He tastes the honey of tears and puts off
\njoy
Repenting, and has laughter and has wrath,
And both are a
\nbroken music of the soul
Which seeks out, reconciled, its
\nheavenly rhyme.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In the
\nunregulated devious movements of his mind, he enjoys the sweet taste
\nof tears, putting aside joy in repentance; he has laughter, he has
\nwrath, both of which are broken notes of the music of the soul which,
\nreconciling itself to the dualities, seeks for its celestial rhythms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Concealed call
\nof Love <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEver he comes to us
\nacross the years
Bearing a sweet new face that is the old.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis bliss laughs to
\nus or it calls concealed
Like a far-heard unseen entrancing flute
\n
From moonlit branches in the throbbing woods,
Tempting our
\nangry search and passionate pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cHe comes again
\nand again, each time with a sweet new face which, however, is the
\nold. His bliss breaks, attracts us with its laughter or calls us from
\nits concealed place, like the magic notes of a flute from far-off
\nthrobbing forests in the moonlight, tempting us to search for it in
\nimpatience and passionate pain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Twin Souls <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDisguised the Lover
\nseeks and draws our souls.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe named himself for
\nme, grew Satyavan.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor we are man and
\nwoman from the first,
The twin souls born from one undying fire.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Divine Lover in
\ndisguise seeks and draws our souls to him. To me he came under the
\nname of Satyavan. Satyavan and I are man and woman, the lover and the
\nbeloved, from the beginning; we are the two inseparable souls that
\nhave issued from the one immortal fire of the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
He has Pursued
\nme <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDid he not dawn on
\nme in other stars?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow has he through
\nthe thickets of the world
Pursued me like a lion in the night
\n
And come upon me suddenly in the ways
And seized me with his
\nglorious golden leap!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Has he not met
\nme in other worlds as well? Through the maze of the world he has
\npursued me like a lion in the dark, descending upon me suddenly and
\nseizing me with his glorious golden leap.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Yearning for
\nMe <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnsatisfied he
\nyearned for me through time,
Sometimes with wrath and sometimes
\nwith sweet peace,
Desiring me since first the world began.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe rose like a wild
\nwave out of the floods
And dragged me helpless into seas of
\nbliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"He was never
\nsatisfied; he longed for me across the ages, at times wrathfully with
\nimpatience, at times with sweet peace, always desiring me since the
\nbirth of the world.Like a wild, impetuous wave from the floods he
\nshot up and dragged me helpless into the seas of bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Arms <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of my curtained
\npast his arms arrived;
They have touched me like the soft
\npersuading wind,
They have plucked me like a glad and trembling
\nflower,
And clasped me happily burned in ruthless flame.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"From out of my
\nveiled past his arms have come. They have touched me with the
\nsoftness of a gentle wind; they have plucked me like a consenting
\nflower thrilled and happy to be plucked; and they have clasped me
\nhappy to be consumed in the relentless flame of love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I have run
\nDelighted <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI too have found him
\ncharmed in lovely forms
And run delighted to his distant voice
\n
And pressed to him past many dreadful bars.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I have also
\nfound him attractive in many lovely forms, I have run in delight to
\nhis voice coming from afar, I have pressed forward to seek him
\ndespite many dreadful obstructions. If there is a god happier and
\ngreater than him whom I have known, let him first wear the face of
\nSatyavan before seeking me, let his soul become one with Satyavan’s
\nwhom I love, if I am to desire him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Advance, O Death
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor only one heart
\nbeats within my breast
And one god sits there throned. Advance, O
\nDeath,
Beyond the phantom beauty of this world;
For of its
\ncitizens I am not one.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI cherish God the
\nFire, not God the Dream.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor in my breast
\nbeats only one heart and that is given to Satyavan; only one god sits
\nthere enthroned and that is Satyavan. O Death, proceed ahead, advance
\nbeyond the unsubstantial beauty of this world, for I am not one of
\nits denizens. I cherish God in the form of the flaming Fire, not in
\nthe form of a phantom dream. Advance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death’s Dreadful
\nVoice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Death once more
\ninflicted on her heart
The majesty of his calm and dreadful
\nvoice:
\u201cA bright hallucination are thy thoughts.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Death speaks
\nonce again and inflicts on her heart his majestic voice, calm and
\nfearful.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThy thoughts are
\ntruly a bright hallucination. Thou deceivest thyself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ardent Slave of
\nSensuous Will <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA prisoner haled by
\na spiritual cord,
Of thy own sensuous will the ardent slave,
\n
Thou sendest eagle-poised to meet the sun
Words winged with
\nthe red splendour of thy heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut knowledge dwells
\nnot in the passionate heart;
The heart\u2019s words fall back
\nunheard from Wisdom\u2019s throne.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA captive dragged by
\na spiritual cord, thou art an eager slave of thy own passionate will.
\nThou sendest words hued with the red passion of thy heart soaring to
\nthe sun. But know that true knowledge does not dwell in the
\npassionate heart; the heart’s words fall back unheard from the high
\nthrone of Wisdom.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind, Artificer
\nof Ideal and Idea <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVain is thy longing
\nto build heaven on earth.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArtificer of Ideal
\nand Idea,
Mind, child of Matter in the womb of Life,
To
\nhigher levels persuades his parents\u2019 steps,
Inapt, they follow
\nill the daring guide.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thy hope to
\nbuild heaven on earth is in vain. Mind, the inventor of the Ideal,
\nthe craftsman of the Idea, is a child of Matter and Life. Mind
\npersuades his parents \u2014 Matter and Life \u2014 to move upwards to
\nhigher levels of existence; but they are unfit and can hardly follow
\nin the footsteps of this daring guide.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind Lame on
\nEarth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Mind, a glorious
\ntraveller in the sky,
Walks lamely on the earth with footsteps
\nslow;
Hardly he can mould the life\u2019s rebellious stuff,
Hardly
\ncan he hold the galloping hooves of sense:
His thoughts look
\nstraight into the very heavens;
They draw their gold from a
\ncelestial mine,
His acts work painfully a common ore.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Though the
\nMind is a splendid voyager in the skies of thought, his steps on the
\nearth are slow and he walks there haltingly; he finds it difficult to
\nmanage unruly life; he finds it hard to control the running senses.
\nHis thoughts peer into lofty heavens and the gold they draw comes
\nfrom a celestial mine on high; but his actions are painfully engaged
\nin the common stuff of everyday life \u2014 the Mind is rich in the
\nrealm of thought, but poor in the field of action.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Solid Image of
\nReality <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll thy high dreams
\nwere made by Matter\u2019s mind
To solace its dull work in Matter\u2019s
\njail,
Its only house where it alone seems true.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA solid image of
\nreality
Carved out being to prop the works of Time;
Matter on
\nthe firm earth sits strong and sure.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All the high
\ndreams that thou dreamest are in fact constructions of the material
\nmind made in order to comfort itself in its dull routine in the
\nprison of Matter; this prison is its only house where Matter alone
\nseems true \u2014 and everything else unreal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMatter is a solid
\nimage of reality created to support the works of Time. On the firm
\nfoundations of earth, Matter sits strong and secure.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Matter
\nFirst-Born <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is the first-born
\nof created things,
It stands the last when mind and life are
\nslain,
And if it ended all would cease to be.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Matter is the
\nfirst to be created; Matter is also the last to remain when mind and
\nlife are gone. If Matter ended, all would end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All Outcome of
\nMatter <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll else is only its
\noutcome or its phase:
Thy soul is a brief flower by the gardener
\nMind
Created on thy Matter\u2019s terrain plot;
It perishes with
\nthe plant on which it grows,
For from earth\u2019s sap it draws its
\nheavenly hue:
Thy thoughts are gleams that pass on Matter\u2019s
\nverge,
Thy life a lapsing wave on Matter\u2019s sea.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All else is
\nonly a result or a state of Matter. Thy soul is but a flower of brief
\nspan created by Mind the gardener on the terrain of Matter; it ends
\nwith the death of the body, the plant on which it grows. Its
\ncelestial hue is drawn from the sap of the earth. Thy thoughts are
\nflashes that move on the borders of Matter, thy life is a falling
\nwave on the sea of Matter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Careful Steward <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA careful steward of
\nTruth\u2019s limited means,
Treasuring her founded facts from the
\nsquandering Power,
It tethers mind to the tent-posts of sense,
\n
To a leaden grey routine clamps Life\u2019s caprice
And ties all
\ncreatures with the cords of Law.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Matter is a
\ncareful custodian managing the limited resources of Truth, guarding
\nher well-established facts from the wasteful Nature-Power. It ties
\ndown the mind to the limits of the senses, it clamps the whims and
\nfancies of Life to a dull, hard routine and subjects all creatures to
\nthe rule of Law.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Matter a Rock <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA vessel of
\ntransmuting alchemies,
A glue that sticks together mind and life,
\n
If Matter fails, all crumbling cracks and falls.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll upon Matter
\nstands as on a rock.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Matter holds
\nthe magic alchemies that transmute things out of their nature; it is
\nthe glue that binds mind and life together. If Matter fails, all else
\ncrumbles and falls. Matter is the veritable rock upon which all
\nstands firm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heat of
\nSubstance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet this security
\nand guarantor
Pressed for credentials an impostor proves:
A
\ncheat of substance where no substance is,
An appearance and a
\nsymbol and a nought,
Its forms have no original right to birth:
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And yet, this
\nMatter which is taken to be the security and guarantee for the
\nexistence of forms and creatures, turns out to be an impostor when
\nexamined closely. It is found to be a seeming substance doing duty
\nfor a non-existent substance, a mere appearance, a symbol, a nothing.
\nIts forms have no intrinsic right to exist.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Stability Cover
\nfor Motion <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts aspect of a
\nfixed stability
Is the cover of a captive motion\u2019s swirl,
An
\norder of the steps of Energy\u2019s dance
Whose footmarks leave for
\never the same signs,
A concrete face of unsubstantial Time,
A
\ntrickle dotting the emptiness of Space:
A stable-seeming movement
\nwithout change,
Yet change arrives and the last change is death.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts appearance of a
\nfixed stability is only a cover, a front of the whirl of an
\nimprisoned energy in motion, a sequence in the dance movements of
\nEnergy whose footmarks leave always the same impressions, a
\nsubstantial appearance of Time that is itself unsubstantial, a
\ntrickle marking dots in empty Space, a movement that seems stationary
\nwithout change. And yet change does come and the final change is
\ndeath.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nihil’s show <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat seemed most
\nreal once, is Nihil\u2019s show.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts figures are
\nsnares that trap and prison the sense;
The beginningless void was
\nits artificer:
Nothing is there but aspects limned by Chance
And
\nseeming shapes of seeming Energy.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What appeared
\nmost real at one time turns out to be a show of a Nihil, a Nothing.
\nIts patterns are nets of snares that trap and capture the senses. An
\neternal Void contrived its appearance. There is truly nothing there
\nbut some phenomena sketched out by Chance, and some seeming shapes \u2014
\nnot real \u2014 of an Energy that also only seems to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All by Death’s
\nMercy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll by Death\u2019s
\nmercy breathe and live awhile,
All think and act by the
\nInconscient\u2019s grace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAddict of the
\nroseate luxury of thy thoughts,
Turn not thy gaze within thyself
\nto look
At visions in the gleaming crystal, Mind,
Close not
\nthy lids to dream the forms of Gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All breathe
\nand live as long as Death allows them to do so. All think and act as
\nfar as the pervading Inconscient permits them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAddicted as thou art
\nto luxuriating in thy thoughts, do not turn thy gaze into thyself to
\npeer into the bright crystal of thy mind for flattering visions; do
\nnot shut thy eyes to dream of the forms of the gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inconscient
\nWorld Springs Forth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt last to open thy
\neyes consent and see
The stuff of which thou and the world are
\nmade. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInconscient in the
\nstill inconscient Void
Inexplicably a moving world sprang forth:
\n
Awhile secure, happily insensible,
It could not rest content
\nwith its own truth.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Consent at
\nlast to open thy eyes and see the real stuff of which thou and the
\nworld are made. In the still, inconscient Void, art inconscient
\nmoving world sprang up inexplicably. For a while it was secure,
\nundisturbed and happy in its insensibility. But it could not long
\nstay content with its own truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Something born
\nfrom Nescience <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor something on its
\nnescient breast was born
Condemned to see and know, to feel and
\nlove,
It watched its acts, imagined a soul within;
It groped
\nfor truth and dreamed of Self and God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"It could not
\nrest content because from its nescience something was born which was
\ncompelled to see, to know, to feel and love. This element of
\nconsciousness that emerged from the nescience watched its acts,
\nimagined that there was a soul within; it searched for truth and
\ndreamed of Self and God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death the King <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen all unconscious
\nwas, then all was well.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI, Death, was king
\nand kept my regal state,
Designing my unwilled, unerring plan,
\n
Creating with a calm insentient heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"When all was
\nunconscious \u2014 prior to the birth of Consciousness \u2014 all was well.
\nI, Death, was the monarch of all and I ruled everywhere shaping my
\nspontaneous, perfect plan, creating with a calm, unfeeling heart.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bizarrerie <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn my sovereign
\npower of unreality
Obliging nothingness to take a form,
\n
Infallibly my blind unthinking force
Making by chance a
\nfixity like fate\u2019s,
By whim the formulas of Necessity,
Founded
\non the hollow ground of the Inane
The sure bizarrerie of Nature\u2019s
\nscheme. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Working in my
\nsovereign power of unreality I made nothingness to take shape. My
\nblind, mechanical force acting infallibly, made by chance a fixity \u2014
\na determinism \u2014 as of fate, and by its whim erected the formulas of
\nNecessity. Thus was founded the concrete fantasy of Nature’s scheme
\non the hollow ground of the unfeeling Void.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death the
\nCreator <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI curbed the vacant
\nether into Space;
A huge expanding and contracting breath
\n
Harboured the fires of the universe:
I struck out the supreme
\noriginal spark
And spread its sparse ranked armies through the
\nInane,
Manufactured the stars from the occult radiances,
\n
Marshalled the platoons of the invisible dance;
I formed
\nearth\u2019s beauty out of atom and gas,
And built from chemic plasm
\nthe living man.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I formed the
\nfire elements.I pressed empty ether to constitute Space and the
\nvibrating air, expanding and contracting in its movements, provided
\nthe base for fire. It was I who lighted the first spark and cast its
\nissues through the insensible emptiness. I manufactured the stars \u2014
\nthe light \u2014from the occult, unseen radiances. I marshalled together
\nthe infinitesimal particles in their invisible gyrations; out of
\natoms and gas I built the earth in its beauty and from the chemical
\nplasm I formed the living man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nature loses her
\nCalm <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Thought came in
\nand spoilt the harmonious world:
Matter began to hope and think
\nand feel,
Tissue and nerve bore joy and agony.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe inconscient
\ncosmos strove to learn its task;
An ignorant personal god was
\nborn in Mind
And to understand invented reason\u2019s law,
The
\nimpersonal Vast throbbed back to man\u2019s desire,
A trouble rocked
\nthe great world\u2019s blind still heart
And Nature lost her wide
\nimmortal calm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"It was a
\nharmonious world that I had built till Thought came in and spoilt
\nthings; Matter began to hope and think and feel; tissue and nerve
\nbecame sensitive to joy and pain. The inconscient world strove hard
\nto learn its task. An ignorant individual power took shape in the
\nMind and in order to understand things, reason and its law were
\ninvented. The impersonal Vast of the Universe responded to man’s
\ndesire and in consequence the great world’s blind, still heart was
\nthrown into agitation. Nature lost her wide immortal calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThus came this
\nwarped incomprehensible scene
Of souls enmeshed in life\u2019s
\ndelight and pain
And Matter\u2019s sleep and Mind\u2019s mortality,
Of
\nbeings in Nature\u2019s prison waiting death
And consciousness left
\nin seeking ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thus has come
\nabout this twisted, ununderstandable scene of souls caught up in the
\ndelight and pain of life, in the sleep of Matter and the mortality of
\nMind; of beings imprisoned by Nature, awaiting death; of
\nconsciousness in the hold of an ignorance seeking to know.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Stray Wanderings
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is the world in
\nwhich thou movst, astray
In the tangled pathways of the human
\nmind,
In the issueless circling of thy human life,
Searching
\nfor thy soul and thinking God is here.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Such is the
\nworld in which thou livest and movest, going astray in the confused
\nways and byways of the human mind, absorbed in the mechanical rounds
\nof thy life, vainly looking for thy soul and imagining God is here.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Where is Room
\nfor Soul or God? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut where is room
\nfor soul or place for God
In the brute immensity of a machine?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA transient Breath
\nthou takest for thy soul,
Born from a gas, a plasm, a sperm, a
\ngene,
A magnified image of man\u2019s mind for God,
A shadow of
\nthyself thrown upon Space.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But where can
\nthere be any room for soul or God in this brute immensity of a
\nmachine that is the world? Thou takest for thy soul a fleeting Breath
\nin thy physical body; thou takest for God a magnified image of thy
\nmind, a shadow of thyself cast. in Space.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Distorting
\nMirror of Ignorance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInterposed between
\nthe upper and nether Void,
Thy consciousness reflects the world
\naround
In the distorting mirror of Ignorance
Or upwards turns
\nto catch imagined stars.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Placed between
\nthe Void above and the Void below, thy Consciousness merely reflects
\nthe world around it in the distorting mirror of the pervading
\nIgnorance; or it soars upwards to grasp the stars which are only
\nproducts of its imagination.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Luminous Smudge <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr if a half Truth
\nis playing with the earth
Throwing its light on a dark shadowy
\nground,
It touches only and leaves a luminous smudge.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or if some
\npartial Truth is at play with the earth, casting its light on the
\ndark shadowy ground, then it only touches the earth and leaves behind
\nit a shining blot.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Immortality not
\nfor Imperfect Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortality thou
\nclaimest for thy spirit,
But immortality for imperfect man,
A
\ngod who hurts himself at every step,
Would be a cycle of eternal
\npain. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou claimest
\nimmortality for thy spirit; but for man, an imperfect creature, a god
\nwho is prone to hurt himself at every step, immortality would only
\nresult in an endless cycle of continuous pain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Knowledge and
\nLove on Earth (1) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWisdom and love thou
\nclaimest as thy right;
But knowledge in this world is error\u2019s
\nmake,
A brilliant procuress of Nescience
And human love a
\nposturer on earth-stage
Who imitates with verve a faery dance.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou claimest
\nwisdom and love as thy right; but in this world, knowledge is a
\nproduct of error, a brilliant agent of Nescience. And human love is
\nbut a poseur on the earth-stage imitating a supernatural dance with
\ngusto.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Knowledge and
\nLove on Earth (2) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn extract pressed
\nfrom hard experience,
Man\u2019s knowledge casked in the barrels of
\nMemory
Has the harsh savour of a mortal draught:
A sweet
\nsecretion from the erotic glands
Flattering and torturing the
\nburning nerves,
Love is a honey and poison in the breast
Drunk
\nby it as the nectar of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Man’s
\nknowledge is an extract drawn from hard experience and stored in the
\nbarrels of Memory; it has the crude flavour of a mortal drink.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nLove is only a sweet
\nsecretion from the erotic glands, now causing pleasure, now pain to
\nthe excited nerves; drunk by man as the nectar of the gods, it is
\nboth honey and poison to the human breast.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Unnatural Flight
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth\u2019s human
\nwisdom is no great-browed power,
And love no gleaming angel from
\nthe skies. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf they aspire
\nbeyond earth\u2019s dullard air,
Arriving sunwards with frail waxen
\nwings
How high could reach that forced unnatural flight?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Earth’s human
\nwisdom is no exalted power; neither is love a shining angel from the
\nheavens. Their wings are frail and artificial. If they aspire to soar
\nbeyond the dull air of earth and go sunwards, how high could that
\nunnatural flight reach?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Love and Wisdom
\nare not of Earth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut not on earth can
\ndivine wisdom reign
And not on earth can divine love be found;
\n
Heaven-born, only in heaven can they live,
Or else there too
\nperhaps they are shining dreams.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But divine
\nwisdom cannot reign on earth, nor can divine love be found here. They
\nare both born in heaven and they can live only in heaven. Or perhaps,
\nthere too they do not truly exist, but are only glittering dreams.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All a Dream <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNay, is not all thou
\nart and doest a dream?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy mind and life
\nare tricks of Matter\u2019s force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf thy mind seems to
\nthee a radiant sun,
If thy life runs a swift and glorious dream,
\n
This is the illusion of thy mortal heart
Dazzled by a ray of
\nhappiness or light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Art not thou
\nthyself and thy doings a mere dream, after all? Thy mind and life are
\njust brief stratagems of Matter’s force, they do not really exist on
\ntheir own. If thy mind appears to thee a bright sun, if thy life
\nflows like a swift and splendid dream, that is only an illusion of
\nthy mortal heart which is dazzled by a ray of happiness or light. It
\nis not reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Motion of old
\nNought <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpotent to live by
\ntheir own right divine,
Convinced of their brilliant unreality,
\n
When their supporting ground is cut away,
These children of
\nMatter into Matter die.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven Matter vanishes
\ninto Energy\u2019s vague
And Energy is a motion of old Nought.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Mind and life
\ncannot live by their own natural right; they know well that they have
\nno existence of their own and that they are unreal \u2014 albeit
\nbrilliantly so. And when their supporting base of Matter is shorn
\naway, these products of Matter naturally lapse into Matter.Even
\nMatter is seen to disappear into the vagueness of Energy. And what is
\nEnergy but a motion of the ancient Nothing?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal’s
\nUnsubstantial Hues <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow shall the
\nIdeal\u2019s unsubstantial hues
Be painted stiff on earth\u2019s
\nvermilion blur,
A dream within a dream come doubly true?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow shall the
\nwill-o\u2019-the-wisp become a star?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"How indeed is
\nit possible to paint the vague hues of the Ideal on the brilliant red
\nblur of the earth? That will be like making a dream and a dream
\nwithin that dream come true. How shall a seeming phosphorescent gleam
\nbecome a real star?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideal a Malady
\nof Mind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Ideal is a
\nmalady of thy mind,
A bright delirium of thy speech and thought,
\n
A strange wine of beauty lifting thee to false sight.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA noble fiction of
\nthy yearnings made,
Thy human imperfection it must share:
Its
\nforms in Nature disappoint the heart,
And never shall it find its
\nheavenly shape
And never can it be fulfilled in Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The Ideal is a
\ndisease of thy mind, a bright delirium of thy speech and thought in
\nfever, a strange heady wine of beauty wafting thee to a false vision.
\nIt is a fiction \u2014 noble perhaps \u2014 created by thy intense desires
\nand hence it must share thy human imperfection. Its forms of
\nexpression in Nature come as a disappointment to the heart. It can
\nnever find its own heavenly shape on earth. It can never be fulfilled
\nin Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Submit and
\nSuffer <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO soul misled by the
\nsplendour of thy thoughts,
O earthly creature with thy dream of
\nheaven,
Obey, resigned and still, the earthly law.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAccept the light
\nthat falls upon thy days;
Take what thou canst of Life\u2019s
\npermitted joy,
Submitting to the ordeal of Fate\u2019s scourge
\n
Suffer what thou must of toil and grief and care.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O soul who art
\nmisled by the splendour of thy thoughts, O earthly creature who
\ndreamest of heaven, be resigned, be still, and obey the law of the
\nearth. Accept the little light that falls on thy days, snatch from
\nLife what thou cant of the joy permitted to thee. Submit to the whip
\nof Fate, suffer thy share of toil, grief and care.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Long Night of
\nSleep <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere shall approach
\nsilencing thy passionate heart
My long calm night of everlasting
\nsleep:
There into the hush from which thou cam\u2019st retire.\u201d
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"At last shall
\napproach thee, silencing the passionate throbbings of thy heart, my
\nlong, calm night of endless sleep. Retire into that silence from
\nwhich thou camest originally."<\/FONT><\/FONT>
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