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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 Eleven. The Book of Everlasting Day<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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\nBook
\nEleven: Canto I<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nEternal Day: the Soul’s Choice and the Supreme Consummation<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary
It
\nis God’s everlasting day. A marvellous sun looks down from ecstasy’s
\nskies. Savitri’s soul is close to the founts of the Infinite.
\nImmortal earths and griefless heavens come into view. All thrills
\nwith the immanence of the one Divine. Souls of luminous joy, faces of
\nexquisite beauty, gem-cut cities and gleaming coasts are beheld
\naround. She sees all Nature marvellously faultless, rapturous,
\nbeautiful. Her soaring vision alights on realms after realms of
\nfelicity where dwell the gods, nymphs, celestial musicians, high
\nseers. There form is a light raiment of the soul, colour a visible
\ntone of ecstasy. All is a potent and lucid joy. Time and Eternity
\nlive as one.Savitri discovers that the creator of these marvellous
\nworlds is the same as the one who creates this universe, the same one
\nwhom her soul has faced as Death and Night. His darkness is no more;
\ninstead there is a luminous splendour. All grace and divinity arc
\nhere collected in a single form. She regards in him the Virat, the
\nSpirit of things seen, the Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and
\ndreams, the Superconscient (Prajna) creator of things in his
\nall-knowing sleep. Above them is the brooding bliss of the Infinite,
\nthe bliss that made the world lives in his body.The two look upon
\neach other; Soul sees Soul.Then a voice is heard:"Thou hast seen
\nwhat man has missed in his blindness: my secrecies of Bliss. I am the
\ninviolable ecstasy: those who have looked on me shall grieve no more.
\nHeaven and Earth are We two powers born of one original ecstasy; but
\nthey are parted in the life of man. This gulf shall be healed one
\nday. Till then you two shall serve the dual law and wait patiently.
\nBut if thou wouldst abandon the vexed world, then arise, ascend, O
\nsoul, into thy blissful home. Cast off the myth of earth’s desire,
\narise to felicity."A unique joy pours down on Savitri as she
\nlistens to this ensnaring voice. With a smile in her eyes, she
\nreplies: "O tempter with the lure of heaven, I climb not to thy
\neverlasting Day. I will not turn from thy terrestrial way. Give me
\nback the other self \u2014 Satyavan \u2014 whom the earth needs. Take not
\nthe warrior with his blow still unstruck. Earth is our field. There
\nlies our task. Imperfect is the joy not shared by all. Let our will
\nlabour permitted by thy will."The Godhead of the wonderful
\nVision speaks:"How is it possible for earth-nature and man’s
\nnature to rise to celestial levels and yet for the earth to abide?
\nNot for earth is the All-Truth or the timeless bliss. Hers can be
\nonly some fragment gleams. Only a few can climb high, the heroes and
\ndemigods are too few. Most are built upon Nature’s earthly plan. The
\nInconscient draws things to its breast of Night and Death and Sleep.
\nMan is the key. But even his Knowledge is an Ignorance. Leave it to
\nthe tardy pace of Time; all will be done in its hour for the soul of
\nman is greater than his fate. O Flame, withdraw into thy luminous
\nself Or return to thy original Might above thought and world. Be one
\nwith my power, thou art the World Mother and the Bride. Cast down
\ndesire into the gulfs. Melt into thy invisible Dame. There shalt thou
\nknow the Lord and the Loved, there shalt thou receive Satyavan into
\nboundless Savitri, lose thyself into infinite Satyavan."Savitri
\nreplies to the radiant God:"In vain thou temptest us with
\nsolitary bliss. There is one task for which we are born \u2014 to change
\nthe earthly life into life divine. I keep my will to save the world
\nand man. If thou and I are true, the world is also true. I have seen
\nthrough the insentient mask of the secret Spirit in things; I have
\nfelt the stir of the growing God."The God answers"All that
\nthe Spirit has dreamed thou canst create. Thou art the force by which
\nI made the world, thou art my vision, my will and my voice. But lead
\nnot the evolving spirit too soon, wait for Time and God. Arise upon a
\nladder of greater worlds to Infinity. Leave Spirit and Matter to this
\nprocess in Time and Space to fulfil the intention of God. Ascend thou
\ninto thy timeless self.Discover the truth of god, man and world, know
\nall, see and stamp thy will on Time."As the voice ceases, a
\nPower goes forth shaking the very spheres and loosening the fixities
\nof form, The heaven-worlds vanish in spiritual light. Savitri finds
\nherself in an ineffable world. She is one with all. In that phantom
\nof abolished Space there cries a voice that is unheard by
\nears:"Choose, Spirit, thy supreme choice. End thy journey,
\naccept the weariness of thy notes, O music."Someone yearns
\nwithin a bosom unknown and silently the woman’s heart replies:"O
\nLord, keep thy peace for the magnificent soul of man on earth."A
\nsecond time rises the eternal cry:"My spirit leans down to break
\nthe knot of earth. Unweave the stars and pass into silence."In
\nthat immense and world-destroying pause, Savitri hears a million
\ncreatures cry to her. Her woman’s nature then speaks:\u201cO Lord, give
\nme thy oneness in the many, that is my sweet infinity of thy own
\ninnumerable souls."For the third time swells the admonishing
\ncall:"I spread the refuge of my wings, my power is withdrawn
\nabove the dreadful whirlings of the world.A sob of things was the
\nanswer to the voice. Passionately the woman’s heart responds:"O
\nLord, give me thy energy to take all things and creatures in their
\ngrief and gather them into a mother’s arms."For the last time
\nthe great warning sound is heard:"I open the wide eye of
\nsolitude to uncover the rapture of my bliss."A hymn of adoration
\nmounts and the whole being of the woman replies with yearning:"O
\nLord, give me for earth and for men, thy embrace, thy joy, thy love,
\nthy sweetness."After a silence a still blissful cry begins:"Thy
\nthoughts arc mine, I have spoken with thy voice. All that thou hast
\nasked I give to earth and men. I yoke thee to my power of work in
\nTime. Thou shalt raise the earth-soul to Light and bring down God
\ninto the lives of men. For ever love, o beautiful slave of God. Built
\nis the golden tower, the flame child is born. Descend to life with
\nhim thy heart desires. O Satyavan. O luminous Savitri, I sent you
\nforth of old. You are my force at work to uplift earth’s fate. When
\nthe hour of the Divine draws near, the Mighty Mother shall take birth
\nin Time and God be born into the human clay in forms made ready by
\nyour human lives. All then shall change. A mightier race shall
\ninhabit the mortal’s world. The superman shall reign as King of life.
\nThe Spirit shall look out through Matter’s gaze and Matter shall
\nreveal the Spirit’s fare. This earthly life shall become the life
\ndivine."The Voice ceases and the soul of Savitri plunges down
\nthrough unseen worlds amidst joyous voices and triumphant cries
\ngreeting her all the way down. She holds the soul of Satyavan within
\nher enveloping soul. The great wings of the Superconscient close
\nabove her and she finds herself buried in the breast of the
\nEarth-Mother.A Spirit gazes upon destiny; a glance of undying Love
\nfalls from that gars. A wonderful face looks down with dealtless
\neyes. Over the wide earth broods the infinite bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
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\n
Marvellous Sun <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA marvellous sun
\nlooked down from ecstasy\u2019s skies
On worlds of deathless bliss,
\nperfection\u2019s home,
Magical unfoldings of the Eternal\u2019s smile
\n
Capturing his secret heart-beats of delight.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nSavitri is in a
\nrealm of marvels.A wonderful sun earns down from skies of ecstasy
\nupon worlds of deathless bliss, home of perfection, where the smile
\nof the Eternal is constantly unfolded in its magic, captivating his
\ninner heart-beats of delight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Everlasting Day <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGod\u2019s everlasting
\nday surrounded her,
Domains appeared 8<\/SUP> of sempiternal
\nlight
Invading all Nature with the Absolute\u2019s joy.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nHer body quivered
\nwith eternity\u2019s touch,
Her soul stood close to the founts of
\nthe infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInfinity\u2019s finite
\nfronts she lived in, new
For ever to an everlasting sight.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n8<\/SUP>
\nAlternative: "Were there".<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
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\nThe everlasting day
\nof God surrounds Savitri. Domains of eternal light flooding all
\nNature with the joy of the Absolute appear. Savitri’s body quivers
\nwith eternity’s touch; her soul stands close to the springs of the
\ninfinite. She lives in the finite projections of infinity which are
\never new to a sight that is everlasting.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternity
\nmultiplies its Self-Look <\/FONT><\/FONT>
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\n


\nEternity multiplied
\nits vast self-look
Translating its endless mightiness and joy
\n
Into delight souls playing with Time could share
In grandeurs
\never new-born from the unknown depths,
In powers that leaped
\nimmortal from unknown heights,
In passionate heart-beats of an
\nundying love,
In scenes of a sweetness that can never fade.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nEternity looks at
\nitself again and again and in so doing, renders its endless might and
\njoy into a delight that the souls at play with Time (involved in the
\nmovement of Time) can share. It reveals itself in splendid
\ngreatnesses constantly thrown up from the unknown depths of its
\nbeing, in powers leaping immortally from the unknown heights of its
\nbeing, in intense heart-beats of an undying love, in scenes of a
\nsweetness that is ever fresh.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Immortal
\nClarities of Form <\/FONT><\/FONT>
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\nImmortal to the
\nrapturous heart and eyes,
In serene arches of translucent calm
\n
From Wonder\u2019s dream-vasts cloudless skies slid down
An
\nabyss of sapphire; sunlight visited eyes
Which suffered without
\npain the absolute ray
And saw immortal clarities of form.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nCloudless skies, of
\ndeep sapphire-blue, curve down from the dream-vasts of Wonder; set in
\nframes of translucent calm, they are immortal to the beholding
\nrapturous heart and eyes; the measureless sunlight.ht touches the
\neyes which bear the absolute ray without any strain and see in that
\nlight the immortal clarifies of form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Night Impossible
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nTwilight and mist
\nwere exiles from that air,
Night was impossible to such radiant
\nheavens. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
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\nFirm in the bosom of
\nimmensity
Spiritual breadths were seen, sublimely born
From a
\nstill beauty of creative joy;
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\nBoth twilight and
\nmist are banished from this air. Night cannot he in such radiant
\nheavens. Cradled in this immensity are spiritual breadths profoundly
\nborn from some still beauty of creative bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
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Sweet Embodied
\nThoughts <\/FONT><\/FONT>
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\nEmbodied thoughts to
\nsweet dimensions held
To please some carelessness of divine
\npeace,
Answered the deep demand of an infinite sense
And its
\nneed of forms to house its bodiless thrill.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nThoughts take forms
\nin happy dimensions to satisfy, as it were, some casual need in the
\ndivine peace around. By their happy embodiment they answer the deep
\ndemand of an infinite sense and fulfil its need for forms to contain
\nits formless thrill.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cosmic Rapture’s
\nRevelry <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA march of universal
\npower in Time,
The harmonic order of self\u2019s vastitudes
In
\ncyclic symmetries and metric planes
Harboured a cosmic rapture\u2019s
\nrevelry
In an endless figuring of the spirit in things
Planned
\nby the artist who has dreamed the worlds;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
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\nA pageant of the
\nuniversal power in Time, a harmonious order of the vasts of the self
\nin cyclic patterns and rhythmic planes, upholds the play of a cosmic
\nrapture in an endless game of the figurations of the spirit in things
\nplanned by the divine Artist who has dreamed the worlds into
\nexistence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternity the
\nSubstance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOf all the beauty
\nand the marvel here,
Of all Time\u2019s intricate variety
Eternity
\nwas the substance and the source;
Not from a plastic mist of
\nMatter made,
They offered the suggestion of their depths
And
\nopened the great series of their powers.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEternity is the
\nsource and the substance of all; he beauty and the marvel, all the
\ncomplex variety of Time reigning here. They are not moulded from the
\nmist of Matter; they throw hints of their depths and reveal the great
\nseries of the powers contained in them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Homes of the
\nBlest <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArisen beneath a
\ntriple mystic heaven
The seven immortal earths were seen sublime:
\n
Homes of the blest released from death and sleep
Where grief
\ncan never come nor any pang
Arriving from self-lost and seeking
\nworlds
Alter Heaven-nature\u2019s changeless quietude
And mighty
\nposture of eternal calm,
Its pose of ecstasy immutable.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBelow the mystic
\nheaven of Satchidananda are seen in their truth the seven immortal
\nplanes (based upon the eternal principles of Existence,
\nConsciousness, Bliss, Truth-Consciousness. Mind, Life, Matter). These
\nare the homes where dwell the blessed ones released from death and
\nsleep, where neither grief nor any pang can conic from the self-lost
\nand seeking worlds Wow to affect the unchanging quietude of the
\nHeaven-nature, alter its eternal calm, its poise of immutable
\necstasy,<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God’s Wide Sleep
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPlains lay that
\nseemed the expanse of God\u2019s wide sleep,
Thought\u2019s wings
\nclimbed up towards heaven\u2019s vast repose
Lost in blue deeps of
\nimmortality. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPlains lie like an
\nexpanse of God’s sleep. Thought soars up towards the vast repose of
\nheaven lost in contemplation in the blue deeps of immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ocean of
\nFelicity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA changed
\nearth-nature felt the breath of peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAir seemed an ocean
\nof felicity
Or the couch of the unknown spiritual rest,
A
\nvast quiescence swallowing up all sound
Into a voicelessness of
\nutter bliss;
Even Matter brought a close spiritual touch,
All
\nthrilled with the immanence of one divine.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a changed
\nearth-nature which fuels the breath of peace. The whole air seems to
\nbe an ocean of felicity or the bed of the unknown spiritual rest; it
\nis a vast quietude swallowing up all sound into a silence of sheer
\nbliss. Even Matter brings an intimate touch of the spirit. All
\nthrills with the indwelling presence of the one Divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Splendour of
\nthings Divine <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe lowest of these
\nearths was still a heaven
Translating into the splendour of
\nthings divine
The beauty and brightness of terrestrial scenes.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven the lowest of
\nthese earths (planes) is still a heaven rendering the beauty and
\nbrightness of earthly scenes into a splendour of divine things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Climbing
\nMountain Ridges <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEternal mountains
\nridge on gleaming ridge
Whose lines were graved as on a sapphire
\nplate
And etched the borders of heaven\u2019s lustrous noon
Climbed
\nlike piled temple stairs and from their heads
Of topless
\nmeditation heard below
The approach of a blue pilgrim multitude
\n
And listened to a great arriving voice
Of the wide travel
\nhymn of timeless seas.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAgainst the blue
\nskies arc seen ridge upon ridge of eternal mountains, etching as it
\nwere the borders of the lustrous noon of heaven, climbing like
\nserried temple stairs; and from their peaks of meditation \u2014 which
\nhas no limit of ascension – they hear below the approach of a blue
\npilgrim multitude and listen to a great voice of arrival of the wide
\ntravel hymn of the timeless seas of creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reviews o
\nFelicity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA chanting crowd
\nfrom mountain bosoms slipped
Past branches fragrant with a sigh
\nof flowers
Hurrying through sweetnesses with revel leaps;
The
\nmurmurous rivers of felicity
Divinely rippled, honey-voiced
\ndesires,
Mingling their sister eddies of delight,
Then,
\nwidening to a pace of calm-lipped muse
Down many-glimmered
\nestuaries of dream
Went whispering into lakes of liquid peace.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA joyous singing
\ncompany emerges from the bosoms of the mountains and fleets past
\nfragrant branches, hurrying through sweet tracts with revelling
\nleaps. Softly murmuring, rivers of felicity ripple divinely; eddies
\nof desires with voices of honey mingle with sister-eddies of delight.
\nThen these rivers broaden to the rhythm of the calmly intoning muse
\nand flow whispering down the many shining dream-estuaries into calm
\nlakes of liquefied peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nOn a brink held of
\nsenseless ecstasy
And guarding an eternal poise of thought
Sat
\nsculptured souls dreaming by rivers of sound
In changeless
\nattitudes of marble bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy the banks of the
\nrivers of sound are seated meditating souls, motionless, as if they
\nare sculptured, on a brink of un-sensuous ecstasy, in an undisturbed
\neternal contemplation, in unchanging poises of pure solidified bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Blissful
\nMultitude <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAround her lived the
\nchildren of God\u2019s day
In an unspeakable felicity,
A
\nhappiness never lost, the immortal\u2019s ease,
A glad eternity\u2019s
\nblissful multitude.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll around Savitri
\nare the children of the eternal day of God living in ineffable
\nfelicity which is never lost, in the ease of the immortal \u2014 the
\nblissful company of a happy eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Souls of
\nCelestial Joy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAround, the
\ndeathless nations moved and spoke,
Souls of a luminous celestial
\njoy,
Faces of stark beauty, limbs of the moulded Ray;
In
\ncities cut like gems of conscious stone
And wonderful pastures
\nand on gleaming coasts
Bright forms were seen, eternity\u2019s
\nluminous tribes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll around deathless
\nnations move and speak. There are souls of radiant celestial joy,
\nvisages of sheer beauty, limbs of the divine Ray of Light moulded in
\nform. Bright forms, luminous tribes of eternity are seen in cities
\ncut out like gems of living stone, on wonderful pastures and on
\nsparkling coasts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Godheads Whirl
\nthe Spheres <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove her rhythming
\ngodheads whirled the spheres,
Rapt mobile fixities here blindly
\nsought
By the huge erring orbits of our stars.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove her, Savitri
\nbeholds godheads in rhythmic play whirling the spheres, the moving
\nself-rapt fixities blindly sought in huge orbits by our stars which
\never miss their objectives.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ecstatic Voices <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEcstatic voices
\nsmote at hearing\u2019s chords,
Each movement found a music all its
\nown;
Songs thrilled of birds upon unfading boughs,
The
\ncolours of whose plumage had been caught
From the rainbow of
\nimagination\u2019s wings.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBlissful voices
\nstrike the ear; each movement gives rise to its unique music. Birds
\nwith plumage of exquisite hues sit upon ever-fresh boughs and sing
\nthrillingly.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Faery
\nFlower-Masse <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal fragrance
\npacked the quivering breeze,
In groves that seemed moved bosoms
\nand trembling depths
The million children of the undying spring
\n
Bloomed, pure unnumbered stars of hued delight
Nestling for
\nshelter in their emerald sky:
Faery flower-masses looked with
\nlaughing eyes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal flagrance
\nfills the wafting breeze. Flowers \u2014 the countless children of the
\neternal spring \u2014 bloom in groves that look like heaving bosoms and
\nquivering depths: like innumerable stars of delightful hues
\nsheltering in their green sky of grass, these faery flower-crowds
\nlook out with merry laughing eyes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dancing Chaos <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA dancing chaos, an
\niridescent sea
Eternised to Heaven\u2019s ever wakeful sight
The
\ncrowding petal-glow of marvel\u2019s tints
Which float across the
\ncurtained lids of dream.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a veritable
\nglowing sea of flowers, a dancing chaos, eternally watched by the
\nunblinking eye of Heaven. Such rich glowing petals with their
\nmarvellous tints often flow across closed eyelids in dreams.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Immortal
\nHarmonies <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal harmonies
\nfilled her listening ear;
A great spontaneous utterance of the
\nheights
On titan wings of rhythmic grandeur borne,
Poured
\nfrom some deep spiritual heart of sound
Strains trembling with
\nthe secrets of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal harmonies
\nfill Savitri’s listening ear. A great spontaneous speech of the
\nheights comes borne on the huge wings of a rhythmic grandeur,
\npouring, from sonic deep spiritual fount of sound, notes quivering
\nwith the secrets of the gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chantings from
\nWordless Tongue <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA spirit wandered
\nhappily in the wind,
A spirit brooded in the leaf and stone;
The
\nvoices of thought-conscious instruments
Along a living verge of
\nsilence strayed,
And from some deep, a wordless tongue of things
\n
Unfathomed, inexpressible, chantings rose
Translating into a
\nvoice the Unknown.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA spirit moves
\nhappily in the wind; a spirit broods in the leaf and stone. Voices of
\ninstruments that are conscious in thought wander close to a living
\nedge of silence; and from some deep tongue of things speaking without
\nwords, rise chantings that are unfathomable and ineffable, rendering
\nthe Unknown into a voice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Music Climbs in
\nAspiration <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA climber on the
\ninvisible stair of sound,
Music not with these few and striving
\nsteps
Aspired that wander upon transient strings,
But changed
\nits ever new uncounted notes
In a passion of unforeseeing
\ndiscovery,
And kept its old unforgotten ecstasies
A growing
\ntreasure in the mystic heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLiving behind the
\nfew old striving notes that emanate From transient, earthly strings,
\nmusic aspires to climb the unseen stair of sound. It chances its ever
\nnew notes without count in a thrill of unexpected discovery it keeps
\nalive its old ecstasies as a growing treasure in the mystic heart of
\nthings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Search for lost
\nFelicity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA consciousness that
\nyearned through every cry
Of unexplored attraction and desire,
\n
It found and searched again the unsatisfied deeps
Hunting as
\nif in some deep secret heart
To find some lost or missed
\nfelicity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThrough every cry of
\nvirgin attraction and desire a consciousness yearns. It finds the
\ndepths but is not satisfied and searches them again and again as if
\nhunting in some deep secret heart to find a lost or missing felicity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Symphonies <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn those far-lapsing
\nsymphonies she could hear
Breaking through enchantments of the
\nravished sense,
The lyric voyage of a divine soul
Mid spume
\nand laughter tempting with its prow
The charm of innocent Circean
\nisles,
Adventures without danger beautiful
In lands where
\nsiren Wonder sings its lures
From rhythmic rocks in ever-foaming
\nseas. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn these rising and
\nlapsing symphonies from afar, impinging upon her through the
\nenchanted and ravished senses, Savitri hears the lyric of a divine
\nsoul\u2019s voyage through the froth and ebullience of celestial waters,
\nexperiencing with its prow the delight of innocent magical isles,
\nadventuring without danger to lands where enticing wonder sounds its
\nattractive notes from symmetrical rocks in foaming seas.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Harmony of
\nOriginal Sight <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the harmony of an
\noriginal sight
Delivered from our limiting ray of thought,
And
\nthe reluctance of our blinded hearts
To embrace the Godhead in
\nwhatever guise,
She saw all Nature marvellous without fault.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the harmony of
\nthe pristine, original vision freed from our limiting ray of mental
\nthought, freed from the unwillingness of our blinded hearts to
\nrecognise and embrace the Godhead in whatever disguise or form,
\nSavitri beholds all Nature, wonderful without blemish.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Vivid Raptures <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInvaded by beauty\u2019s
\nuniversal revel
Her being\u2019s fibre reached out vibrating
And
\nclaimed deep union with its outer selves,
And on the heart\u2019s
\nchords made pure to seize all tones
Heaven\u2019s subtleties of
\ntouch unwearying forced
More vivid raptures than earth\u2019s life
\ncan bear. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat would be
\nsuffering here, was fiery bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s being is
\novercome by the universal play of beauty and its vibrations spread
\nout far to unite deeply with other forms which are experienced as its
\nown outer selves. And the tireless subtle touches of heaven force
\nintense raptures \u2014 which are more than what earth’s life can bear \u2014
\nupon her heart’s chords that are made pure to grasp all tones of
\nbliss. What would be suffering on earth is felt here as a fiery
\nbliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Undreamt
\nSweetness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll here but
\npassionate hint and mystic shade
Divined by the inner prophet who
\nperceives
The spirit of delight in sensuous things,
Turned to
\nmore sweetness than can now be dreamed.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEverything that is
\non earth is only a passionate hint and a mystic shade of things yet
\nto be realised. This is glimpsed by the inner seer who perceives that
\nthe spirit of bliss in sensuous objects yields more sweetness than is
\ndeemed possible at present.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eternal Bliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe mighty signs of
\nwhich earth fears the stress,
Trembling because she cannot
\nunderstand,
And must keep obscure in forms strange and sublime,
\n
Were here the first lexicon of an infinite mind
Translating
\nthe language of eternal bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe mighty signs of
\nbliss at whose impact the earth fears and trembles because she is
\nunable to understand them and hence keeps them hidden in strange and
\nprofound forms, are here the first words of an infinite mind
\nrendering the language of eternal bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rapture is
\nCommon <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere rapture was a
\ncommon incident;
The lovelinesses of whose captured thrill
Our
\nhuman pleasure is a fallen thread,
Lay, symbol shapes, a careless
\nornament,
Sewn on the rich brocade of Godhead\u2019s dress.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere rapture is
\ncommonplace. Our human pleasure is but a fallen thread of the seized
\nthrill of that rapture whose enchanting beauty lives in symbol
\nfigures, as a casual decoration, sewn on the splendid brocade of the
\ndress of the Deity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Densities of
\nSoul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThings fashioned
\nwere the imaged homes where mind
Arrived to fathom a deep
\nphysical joy;
The heart was a torch lit from infinity,
The
\nlimbs were trembling densities of soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere the mind takes
\ndeep physical joy in all forms; the heart is a flare lighted from
\ninfinity \u2014 it has the luminous nature of infinity; all the limbs
\nare vibrant congealments, self-modifications of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
First Domains <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese were the first
\ndomains, the outer courts
Immense but least in range and least in
\nprice,
The slightest ecstasies of the undying gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese are the
\ninitial domains, the outer courts; they are immense but their range
\nand their value is the least in this world; the ecstasies here are
\nthe least of the ecstasies of the immortal gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Realm after
\nRealm <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHigher her swing of
\nvision swept and knew,
Admitted through large sapphire opening
\ngates
Into the wideness of a light beyond,
These were but
\nsumptuous decorated doors
To worlds nobler, more felicitously
\nfair. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEndless aspired the
\nclimbing of those heavens;
Realm upon realm received her soaring
\nview. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s vision
\nsoars higher and perceives more. She is admitted through large azure
\nopening gates into a wide realm of a light beyond the first domains.
\nThese expanses, however, are but magnificent doors to worlds that are
\nstill more noble, yet more fair in their felicity. These heavens
\nclimb endlessly in their aspiration. Savitri beholds realm after
\nrealm as her sight soars.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Immortals’ Seats
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen on what seemed
\none crown of the ascent
Where finite and the infinite are one,
\n
Immune she beheld the strong immortals\u2019 seats
Who live for
\na celestial joy and rule
The middle regions of the unfading Ray.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen she beholds on
\nwhat looks like one summit of ascent where the finite and the
\ninfinite join, the strong, unassailable seats of the immortal gods
\nwho live for a celestial joy and preside over the intermediate
\nregions of the ever-new Radiance of Truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Great Deities <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGreat forms of
\ndeities sat in deathless tiers,
Eyes of an unborn gaze towards
\nher leaned
Through a transparency of crystal fire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe deities with
\ntheir magnificent forms are seen seated in immortal rows. Their eyes
\nwith their unborn gaze lean towards her through a transparent veil of
\npure, bright fire.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven’s
\nCup-Bearers <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the beauty of
\nbodies wrought from rapture\u2019s lines,
Shapes of entrancing
\nsweetness stilling bliss,
Feet glimmering upon the sun-stone
\ncourts of mind,
Heaven\u2019s cup-bearers bore round the Eternal\u2019s
\nwine; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven\u2019s
\ncup-bearers go round bearing the Eternal\u2019s celestial wine.
\nBeautiful are their bodies formed out of rapture; they are shapes of
\nbewitching sweetness that holds the bliss still; their feet glimmer
\nupon the sun-bright courts of the mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Golden-Bosomed
\nApsaras <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA tangle of bright
\nbodies, of moved souls
Tracing the close and intertwined delight,
\n
The harmonious tread of lives for ever joined
In the
\npassionate oneness of a mystic joy
As if sun-beams made living
\nand divine,
The golden-bosomed Apsara goddesses,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe golden-bosomed
\nApsaras \u2014 celestial nymphs \u2014 are seen in intricate patterns of
\nbright bodies, their sensitive souls experiencing an intimate and
\nintertwined delight; their lives pass harmoniously joined for ever in
\nthe intense oneness of a mystic joy, as if they were so many
\nsun-beams turned living and divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Riotous Whirl <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn groves flooded
\nfrom an argent disk of bliss
That floated through a luminous
\nsapphire dream,
In a cloud of raiment lit with golden limbs
And
\ngleaming footfalls treading faery swards,
Virgin motions of
\nbacchant innocences
Who know their riot for a dance of God
\n
Whirled linked in moonlit revels of the heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese Apsaras circle
\narm in arm in moonlit revels of the heart, in ever-new motions of
\nintoxicated innocence, knowing their riotous movements for a dance of
\nGod. In groves that are floodlit by the silvery moon floating through
\na luminous azure dream-sky, dressed in could-like raimen\u2019s lit with
\ngolden limbs and shining footfalls they tread the faery lawns.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Gandharvas <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpeccable artists
\nof unerring forms,
Magician builders of sound and rhythmic words,
\n
Wind-haired Gundhurvas chanted to the ear
The odes that shape
\nthe universal thought,
The lines that tear the veil from Deity\u2019s
\nface,
The rhythms that bring the sounds of wisdom\u2019s sea.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are the
\nGandharvas \u2014 the celestial musicians \u2014, faultless artists of
\nexact forms, magician builders of sound and harmonic words; heavenly
\nminstrels with wind-like hair, chant odes that give rise to and shape
\nuniversal thought, recite lines that tear away the veil from the face
\nof the Deity and rhythms that bring to the ear the sounds of wisdom’s
\nsea.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Great
\nForefathers <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal figures and
\nillumined brows,
Our great forefathers in those splendours moved;
\n
Termless in power and satisfied of light,
They enjoyed the
\nsense of all for which we strive.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are also seen
\nour great ancestors moving in those splendours, immortal figures with
\nillumined brows. They wield endless power and are content with the
\nlight of knowledge they have. They enjoy the essence of all for which
\nwe mortals strive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
High Seers and
\nPoet <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHigh seers, moved
\npoets saw the eternal thoughts
That, travellers from on high,
\narrive to us
Deformed by our search, tricked by costuming mind,
\n
Like gods disfigured by the pangs of birth,
Seized the great
\nwords which now are frail sounds caught
By difficult rapture on a
\nmortal tongue.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are the high
\nseers, inspired poets who see the eternal thoughts that journeying
\nfront the higher regions arrive to us in shape that are deformed by
\nour restless search for them, deceived by our mind that coats them
\nwith its own stuff \u2014 like gods disfigured in the throes of earthly
\nbirth. The great words of these seers and poets dwindle into weak
\nsounds when they are caught by mortal tongue for the rapture is too
\ndifficult for men to express.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Veilless Love <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe strong who
\nstumble and sin were calm proud gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nlightning-filled with glory and with flame,
Melting in waves of
\nsympathy and sight,
Smitten like a lyre that throbs to others\u2019
\nbliss,
Drawn by the cords of ecstasies unknown,
Her human
\nnature faint with heaven\u2019s delight,
She beheld the clasp to
\nearth denied and bore
The imperishable eyes of veilless love,
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe strong who
\nstumble in their defiance and sin without compunction on earth are
\nhere seen as calm proud gods.Savitri’s human nature is overwhelmed by
\nheaven’s delight. tier nature is filled with fashes of glory and
\nflame; it melts in waves of sympathy and sight; it is struck like a
\nharp that throbs to the bliss of others it is drawn upwards by cords
\nof unknown ecstasies. She beholds and bears the immortal eyes of
\nunveiled love whose clasp and gaze are denied to earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Crown of
\nNature’s Stair <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMore climbed above,
\nlevel to level reached,
Beyond what tongue can utter or mind
\ndream:
Worlds of an infinite reach crowned Nature\u2019s stir.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWorlds after worlds
\nreveal themselves on soaring heights which are ineffable, beyond the
\nreach of mind. They spread out infinitely crowning, as it were, the
\nrising stair of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Form a Raiment
\nof the Soul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was a greater
\ntranquil sweetness there,
A subtler and profounder ether\u2019s
\nfield
And mightier scheme than heavenliest sense can give.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere breath carried
\na stream of seeing mind,
Form was a tenuous raiment of the soul:
\n
Colour was a visible tone of ecstasy;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA greater, calm
\nsweetness reigns here. It is the field of an ether that is more
\nsubtle and more profound, a scheme that is mightier than the most
\nheavenly scheme one can imagine. Here breath is a flowing stream of
\nthe seeing mind (the mind that sees as it thinks); form is a thin,
\nfragile raiment of the soul instead of being its obscuring veil;
\ncolour is a significant, visual tone of ecstasy, \u2014 each degree of
\necstasy has its own hue.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Indwelling
\nSpirit made Sensible <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShapes seen half
\nimmaterial by the gaze
And yet voluptuously palpable
Made
\nsensible to touch the indwelling spirit.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe high perfected
\nsense illumined lived
A happy vassal of the inner ray,
Each
\nfeeling was the Eternal\u2019s mighty child
And every thought was a
\nsweet burning god.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShapes arc seen in
\ntheir half-subtle. form; and yet they yield concrete sensuous
\ndelight, making the indwelling spirit sensible to touch. The sense is
\nperfected, illumined and is content to wait upon the inner Ray. Each
\nfeeling is a mighty issue of the Eternal. Each thought vibrates with
\na sweet lime of god.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Potent and Lucid
\nJoy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAir was a luminous
\nfeeling, sound a voice,
Sunlight the soul\u2019s vision and
\nmoonlight its dream.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn a wide living
\nbase of wordless calm
All was a potent and a lucid joy.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe air is vibrant
\nwith a luminous soul-feeling; sound carries a soul-voice; sunlight is
\na vision of the soul and moonlight its dream. All is a potent and a
\nlucid joy on the vast living base of speechless calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Her Spirit
\nFloats Up <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInto those heights
\nher spirit went floating up
Like an upsoaring bird who mounts
\nunseen
Voicing to the ascent his throbbing heart
Of melody
\ntill a pause of closing wings
Comes quivering in his last
\ncontented cry
And he is silent with his soul discharged,
\n
Delivered of his heart\u2019s burden of delight.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s spirit
\ngoes floating high into these summits, like a soaring bird climbing
\nunseen and voicing his vibrant heart of melody to the ascent till the
\nwings close with a last contented cry and he is silent with the
\nimpulsion of his soul discharged and his heart’s burden of delight
\ndelivered.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
To Inaccessible
\nSpheres <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nExperience mounted
\non joy\u2019s coloured breast
To inaccessible spheres in spiral
\nflight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere Time dwelt
\nwith Eternity as one;
Immense felicity joined rapt repose.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer experience
\nmounts up in spiral flights on the many-hued breast of joy to spheres
\nthat are normally inaccessible. Here where she arrives, Time
\ncompanions Eternity, vast felicity is one with self-rapt repose.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Source of all <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs one drowned in a
\nsea of splendour and bliss
Mute in the maze of these surprising
\nworlds
Turning she saw their living knot and source,
Key to
\ntheir charm and fount of their delight,
And knew him for the same
\nwho snares our lives
Captured in his terrifying pitiless net,
\n
And makes the universe his prison camp
And makes in his
\nimmense and vacant vasts
The labour of the stars a circuit vain
\n
And death the end of every human road
And grief and pain the
\nwages of man\u2019s toil.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike one drowned in
\na sea of splendour and bliss, dumb in the labyrinth of these
\nastonishing worlds, Savitri turns and sees their living knot and
\nsource, the source of their charm, the fount of their delight, She
\nperceives him \u2014 who is the source of all \u2014 as the very same Being
\nwho holds our lives in a snare, caught in his fearful pitiless net,
\nwho turns the entire universe into his prison camp, who makes the
\nstars circle in vain in his immense and vacant vases, who makes death
\nthe end of every human road and pays grief and pain as the wages of
\nmans toil in the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sum of Sweetness
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne whom her soul
\nhad faced as Death and Night
A sum of all sweetness gathered into
\nhis limbs
And blinded her heart to the beauty of the suns.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTransfigured was the
\nformidable shape.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe finds that he
\nwhom her soul had confronted as Death and Night is here the one in
\nwhose limbs all sweetness is packed. In the contemplation of his
\nbeauty her heart becomes blind even to the beauty of the suns. The
\nformidable shape of Death is completely transformed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Revealing
\nSplendour <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis darkness and his
\nsad destroying might
Abolishing for ever and disclosing
The
\nmystery of his high and violent deeds,
A secret splendour rose
\nrevealed to sight
Where once the vast embodied Void had stood.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA secret splendour
\narises and reveals itself where the vast embodied Void had been seen
\nbefore; it abolishes for ever his darkness and sad destroying power
\nand discloses the mystery of his high and violent deeds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nights face
\nCwanged <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNight the dim mask
\nhad grown a wonderful face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe vague infinity
\nwas slain whose gloom
Had outlined from the terrible Unknown
The
\nobscure disastrous figure of a god,
Fled was the error that arms
\nthe hands of grief,
And lighted the ignorant gulf whose hollow
\ndeeps
Had given to nothingness a dreadful voice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe dim mask of
\nNight has changed into a wonderful face. Slain is that vague infinity
\nwhose gloom had sketched the obscure calamitous figure of a god from
\nsome terrible Unknown; gone is the error that is the instrument of
\ngrief; lighted is the ignorant gulf whose empty deeps had lent a
\ndreadful voice to nothingness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Marvellous
\nSweetness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs when before the
\neye that wakes in sleep
Is opened the sombre binding of a book,
\n
Illumined letterings are seen which kept
A golden blaze of
\nthought inscribed within,
A marvellous form responded to her gaze
\n
Whose sweetness justified life\u2019s blindest pain;
All
\nNature\u2019s struggle was its easy price,
The universe and its
\nagony seemed worth while.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nJust as before the
\neye that awakes in sleep the sombre bindings of a book open to reveal
\nan illumined script containing a golden blaze of thought, so before
\nSavitri\u2019s awakened gaze a marvellous form reveals itself. Its
\nsweetness justifies the blindest pain of life. The struggle Nature
\nundergoes is an easy price to pay for this sweetness. The universe
\nand its agony seem to be worthwhile to gain such a reward.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lotus of Ecstasy
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if the choric
\ncalyx of a flower
Aerial, visible on music\u2019s waves,
A lotus
\nof light-petalled ecstasy
Took shape out of the tremulous heart
\nof things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFrom out of the
\ntrembling heart of things a veritable lotus of light-petalled ecstasy
\ntakes shape \u2014 like an aerial flower shaping itself on a wave of
\nmusic.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
No more Torment <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere was no more
\nthe torment under the stars,
The evil sheltered behind Nature\u2019s
\nmask;
There was no more the dark pretence of hate,
The cruel
\nictus on Love\u2019s altered face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe torment that is
\nusual under the earthly sky is no more; all evil hides behind the
\nmask of Nature. No more is there the dark simulacrum of hate which is
\na cruel sheer altering of the face of Love. (Love denied or
\nobstructed turns into a sudden movement of hate.)<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ruthless Love <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHate was the grip of
\na dreadful amour\u2019s strife;
A ruthless love intent only to
\npossess
Has here replaced the sweet original god;
Forgetting
\nthe Will-to-love that gave it birth,
The passion to lock itself
\nin and to unite,
It would swallow all into one lonely self,
\n
Devouring the soul that it had made its own,
By suffering and
\nannihilation\u2019s pain
Punishing the unwillingness to be one,
\n
Angry with the refusals of the world,
Passionate to take but
\nknowing not how to give.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHate is only a hold
\nin love’s fearful strife. On earth the sweet: original God of Love
\nwho loves to give has been displaced by a hard impostor love which
\nwants only to possess. It forgets the will to love that gave birth to
\nit; it forgets its passion to merge itself and become one with the
\nbeloved and wants instead to swallow everything into its one single
\nself, to devour the soul that it has loved and made its own. If the
\nother is unwilling to be so treated, it inflicts upon it suffering
\nand the pain of annihilation; it is angry with the refusals of the
\nworld to submit to its demands. It is passionately eager to take but
\nnot to give.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death’s Cowl
\nCast Assie <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath\u2019s sombre
\ncowl was cast from Nature\u2019s brow;
There lightened on her the
\ngodhead\u2019s lurking love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll grace and glory
\nand all divinity
Were here collected in a single form;
All
\nworshipped eyes looked through his from one face;
He bore all
\ngodheads in his grandiose limbs.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe dark mask of
\ndeath is removed from Nature’s brow. Instead there gleams the lurking
\nlove of God on her front.All grace, all glory, all divinity are here
\nfocussed in one form; all adored eyes gaze through his eyes from one
\nface; Death transformed holds all godheads in his grandiose limbs.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAn oceanic spirit
\ndwelt within;
Intolerant and invincible in joy
A flood of
\nfreedom and transcendent bliss
Into immortal lines of beauty
\nrose. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn oceanic spirit
\nsurges within him. Intolerant, irrepressible in joy, a flood of
\nfreedom and supreme transcendent bliss rises up into immortal
\npatterns of beauty.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIn him the fourfold
\nBeing bore its crown
That wears the mystery of a nameless Name,
\n
The universe writing its tremendous sense
In the
\ninexhaustible meaning of a word.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this transmuted
\nform is beheld the mighty Being of four poises9<\/SUP> \u2014waking,
\ndream, sleep and transcendent \u2014 in its supremacy, wearing the
\nmystery of a Name which signifies the Nameless, bearing a Word in
\nwhose inexhaustible meaning the whole universe has compressed its
\nstupendous sense.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n9<\/SUP> And the
\nSelf is fourfold (Mandukya Upanishad<\/I>, 2).<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Virat (I) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn him the architect
\nof the visible world,
At once the art and artist of his works,
\n
Spirit and seer and thinker of things seen,
Vir\u00e2t, who
\nlights his camp-fires in the suns
And the star-entangled ether is
\nhis hold,
Expressed himself with Matter for his speech:
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is Virat, the
\nSelf of the waking universe 10<\/SUP>, who presides over the
\nwakeful state of Consciousness, the great designer of the gross
\nworld; he is the activating spirit, the seer and cogniser of things
\nthat are seen physically; the suns are his camp-lire ; the
\nstar-studded ether is his base; Matter is his mould of expression \u2014
\nhe manifests primarily in Matter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n10<\/SUP>He
\nwhose place is the wakefulness, who is wise of the outward\u2026who
\nfeels and enjoys gross objects\u2026the Universal Male, He is the first
\n(Mandukya Upanished, 3).<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Virat (II) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nObjects are his
\nletters, forces are his words,
Events are the crowded history of
\nhis life,
And sea and land are the pages of his tale,
Matter
\nis his means and his spiritual sign;
He hangs the thought upon a
\nlash\u2019s lift,
In the current of the blood makes flow the
\nsoul. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this speech
\nthrough Matter, material objects form his letters and the active
\nforces his worth. The events that take place are the crowded pageant
\nof his life; sea and land are so many pages of his tale. His
\ninstrumentation is Matter and his spiritual emblem also is Matter. He
\nsupports thought upon his vital force and makes the soul flow in the
\nmovement of the life-blood.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Virat (III <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis is the dumb will
\nof atom and of clod;
A Will that without sense or motive acts,
\n
An Intelligence needing not to think or plan,
The world
\ncreates itself invincibly;
For its body is the body of the Lord
\n
And in its heart stands Vir\u00e2t, King of kings.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a mute Will
\nthat is alive in the atom and in the clod; that is the will of this
\nVirat Purusha. It acts without apparent motive or sense. There is an
\nIntelligence \u2014 which is again his \u2014 that does not need to think
\nor to plan. The world forms itself spontaneously and victoriously;
\nthat is because its body is the body of the Lord in whose he-art
\nstands Virat, the King of kings.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hiranyagarbha
\n(I) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn him shadows his
\nform the Golden Child
Who in the Sun-capped Vast cradles his
\nbirth:
Hiranyagarbha, author of thoughts and dream,
Who sees
\nthe invisible and hears the sounds
That never visited a mortal
\near, <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nClose to Virat, in
\nhis subtle shadow emerges 11<\/SUP> Hiranyagarbha, the Self of
\nthe Dream-world, the Golden Child<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n11<\/SUP> He who
\nplace is in the dream, who is wise of the inward\u2026who feels and
\nenjoys subtle objects\u2026 the Inhabitant in Luminous Mind, He is the
\nsecond (Mandukya Upanishad<\/I>. 4).who takes birth in the luminous
\nVasts above, who is the source of thought and dream, whose sight
\npenetrates the invisible, whose hearing catches sounds that have
\nnever reached the human ear.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hiranyagarbha
\n(II) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDiscoverer of
\nunthought realities,
Truer to Truth than all we have ever known,
\n
He is the leader on the inner roads;
A seer, he has entered
\nthe forbidden realms;
A magician with the omnipotent wand of
\nthought,
He builds the secret uncreated worlds.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe discovers
\nrealities unthought of by the mind, which are more true than all the
\ntruths that we have ever known. Hiranyagarbha, the Golden Child, is
\nthe path\u00acfinder on the inner roads. Seer that he is, he has entered
\nrealms normally closed to mortals. He is a magician wielding an
\nall-powerful faculty of thought; he fashions new secret worlds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hiranyagarbha
\n(III) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArmed with the
\ngolden speech, the diamond eye,
His is the vision and the
\nprophecy:
Imagist casting the formless into shape,
Traveller
\nand hewer of the unseen paths,
He is the carrier of the hidden
\nfire,
He is the voice of the Ineffable,
He is the invisible
\nhunter of the light,
The Angel of mysterious ecstasies,
The
\nconqueror of the kingdoms of the soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith his golden
\n(truth) speech and bright penetrating eye, what he sees is vision and
\nwhat he speaks is prophecy: as the imagist, he constantly casts the
\nformless into forms; be hews new unseen paths and travels upon them;
\nhe carries in him the mystic Fire, he speaks what is beyond speech,
\nbe is the unseen hunter of the light that eludes, the happy Angel of
\nthe mysterious ecstasies of the subtle realms. He conquers the inner
\nkingdoms of the soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Prajna (I) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA third spirit stood
\nbehind, their hidden cause,
A mass of superconscience closed in
\nlight,
Creator of things in his all-knowing sleep.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBehind both the
\nVirat and the Hiranyagarbha \u2014 their secret cause \u2014 stands a third
\nPurusha, the Prajna. His is a massed superconscience, 12<\/SUP>
\nwrap in himself, with closed eyes. He broods in his omniscient sleep
\nand creates all things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n12<\/SUP> He
\nwhose place is perfect slumber, who is bream oneness, who is wisdom
\nfathered into _ itself\u2026 Prajana, the Lord of Wisdom, He is the
\nthird. This is the Almighty, this is the Omniscient, this is the
\ninner Soul, this is the Womb of the Universe (Mandukya Upanishad<\/I>,
\n5, 6).<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Prajna(II) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll from his
\nstillness came as grows a tree;
He is our seed and core, our head
\nand base. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll light is but a
\nflash from his closed eyes:
An all-wise Truth is mystic in his
\nheart,
The omniscient Ray is shut behind his lids:
He is the
\nWisdom that comes not by thought,
His wordless silence brings the
\nimmortal word.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike a tree growing
\nfrom the soil, all issues from his silence. He is at once our source,
\nour core, our head and our base. All our light is only a flash from
\nhis closed eyes; in his heart is the mystic all-wise Truth, behind
\nhis closed eyelids is the omniscient Ray of Light. His wisdom is not
\narrived at by the process of thought it is self-existent. He does not
\nneed to speak to express the potent immortal word; his wordless
\nsilence brings it forth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Prajna (III) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe sleeps in the
\natom and the burning star,
He sleeps in man and god and beast and
\nstone:
Because he is there the Inconscient does its work,
\n
Because he is there the world forgets to die,
He is the
\ncentre of the circle of God,
He is the circumference of Nature\u2019s
\nrun. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis slumber is an
\nAlmightiness in things,
Awake, he is the Eternal and Supreme.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is dormant in the
\natoms and in the burning star. He is asleep in all forms, god, man,
\nbeast, stone. Because he is there within it, the Inconscient does its
\nwork faultlessly. And because he is there indwelling, the world does
\nnot die. Of the circle of God, he is the Centre, he is also the
\ncircumference within which Nature moves. His is a creative slumber
\nthat is the pervading might of God in all things, Awake, he is the
\nEternal, the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAbove was the
\nbrooding bliss of the Infinite,
Its omniscient and omnipotent
\nrepose,
Its immobile silence absolute and alone.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll powers were
\nwoven in countless concords here.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove this Being is
\nthe Infinite in its conscious bliss, reposing in its omniscience and
\nomnipotence, alone and absolute in its immutable silence 13<\/SUP>.
\nAll powers are held together here in infinite harmony.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n13<\/SUP> Whose
\nessentiality is awareness of the Self in its single existence,\u2026 Who
\nis Calm, Who is Good, Who is the One than whom there is no other, Him
\nthey deem the fourth (Mandukya Upanishad<\/I>, 7).<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Embodied Bliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe bliss that made
\nthe world in his body lived.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLove and delight
\nwere the head of the sweet form,
In the alluring meshes of their
\nsnare
Recaptured the proud blissful members held
All joys
\noutrunners of the panting heart
And fugitive from life\u2019s
\noutstripped desire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere in the body of
\nthe Infinite is the bliss that has made the world; of his sweet form
\nlove and delight are the head. All joys outstripping the passionate
\nhuman heart, escaping from the clutches of life’s desire are here
\nrecaptured and held by the proud blissful members of the Being in the
\ncaptivating meshes of their net.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beauty of his
\nFace <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhatever vision has
\nescaped the eye,
Whatever happiness comes in dream and trance,
\n
The nectar spilled by love with trembling hands,
The joy the
\ncup of Nature cannot hold,
Had crowded to the beauty of his face,
\n
Were waiting in the honey of his laugh.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the beauty of his
\nface is collected whatever vision may have escaped the mortal eye,
\nwhatever happiness that comes in dream and trance, the sweet nectar
\nspilt by love in excitement, the joy that Nature’s vessel cannot
\ncontain; they are all there in his honeyed laughter.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fathomless Look <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThings hidden by the
\nsilence of the hours,
The ideas that find no voice on living
\nlips,
The soul\u2019s pregnant meeting with infinity
Had come to
\nbirth in him and taken fire:
The secret whisper of the flower and
\nstar
Revealed its meaning in his fathomless look.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn him are born and
\nburn bright the things that lie veiled by the silence of earthly
\ntime, the ideas that are not expressable in speech, the potent
\nmeeting of the inner soul with infinity. In his profound, deep look
\nstands revealed the meaning of the secret message of the flower and
\nthe star.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eloquent Smile <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis lips curved
\neloquent like a rose of dawn;
His smile that played with the
\nwonder of the mind
And stayed in the heart when it had left his
\nmouth
Glimmered with the radiance of the morning star
Gemming
\nthe wide discovery of heaven.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe curving of his
\nlips is as exquisite as the rosy dawn. His smile sporting with the
\nwonder of his mind continues to remain in his heart even after it
\nleaves his mouth; it shines with the sparkle of the morning star,
\nbright as a gem of heavenly revelation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Regard of
\nEternity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis gaze was the
\nregard of eternity;
The spirit of its sweet and calm intent
Was
\na wise home of gladness and divulged
The light of the ages in the
\nmirth of the hours,
A sun of wisdom in a miracled grove.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis look is the gaze
\nof Eternity. In its sweetness and concentrated calm of purpose is a
\nsage felicity; it reveals the wisdom of the ages in the joy of
\nfleeting time. In that gaze is gathered wisdom in a miraculous
\ncluster.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Common Home <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the orchestral
\nlargeness of his mind
All contrary seekings their close kinship
\nknew,
Rich-hearted, wonderful to each other met
In the mutual
\nmarvelling of their myriad notes
And dwelt like brothers of one
\nfamily
Who had found their common and mysterious home.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll opposites find a
\nclose inner relation in the harmonious wideness of his mind; opulent
\nin spirit, they appear wonderful to each other and mutually
\nmarvelling at each other’s myriad different qualities, they dwell
\nlike members of one family who have found their common and mysterious
\nhome.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAs from the harp of
\nsome ecstatic god
There springs a harmony of lyric bliss
\n
Striving to leave no heavenly joy unsung,
Such was the life
\nin that embodied Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe seemed the
\nwideness of a boundless sky,
He seemed the passion of a
\nsorrowless earth,
He seemed the burning of a world-wide sun.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTwo looked upon each
\nother, Soul saw Soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife in this
\nmanifest Light is like a harmony of lyric bliss issuing from the lyre
\nof an ecstatic god. striving to leave no celestial joy unsung. He
\nseems to be the wideness of the boundless sky; he seems to personify
\nthe passion of an earth freed of sorrow; he seems to be the flaming
\nof a world-wide sun.The Two look at each other. Soul regards Soul.
\nThe Soul that was Savitri faces the Soul that was Death.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Voice Soars Up
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen like an anthem
\nfrom the heart\u2019s lucent cave
A voice soared up whose magic
\nsound could turn
The poignant weeping of the earth to sobs
Of
\nrapture and her cry to spirit song:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen like an anthem
\nrising from the luminous cavern of the heart, a voice soars up whose
\nenchanting sound can change the painful weeping of suffering earth
\ninto sobs of rapture and her cry into a happy song of the spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Entries of
\nHeavenlier State <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO human image of
\nthe deathless word,
How hast thou seen beyond the topaz walls
\n
The gleaming sisters of the divine gate,
Summoned the genii
\nof their wakeful sleep,
And under revelation\u2019s arches forced
\n
The carved thought-shrouded doors to swing apart,
Unlocked
\nthe avenues of spiritual sight
And taught 14<\/SUP> the
\nentries of a heavenlier state
To thy rapt soul that bore the
\ngolden key? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O human image
\nof the immortal word, how hast thou seen beyond the transparent walls
\nthe bright sentinel-companions of the divine gate, called the genii
\nfrom their conscious sleep, forced the thought-covered doors under
\nthe arches of revelation to swing open, unlocked passages of
\nspiritual sight and shown the wide entries of a heavenlier state to
\nthy intense soul carrying the precious golden key to the treasures
\nbeyond?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n14<\/SUP>
\nAlternative: " Vistaed\u201d.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret Sight
\nReveals <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn thee the secret
\nsight man\u2019s blindness missed
Has opened its view past Time, my
\nchariot course,
And death, my tunnel which I drive through life
\n
To reach my unseen distances of bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the hushed
\nsearch of the jealous gods
Pursuing my wisdom\u2019s vast mysterious
\nwork
Seized in the thousand meeting ways of heaven.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The secret
\nsight which man misses in his blindness has opened in thee its view
\nbeyond Time and shown to thee the course of my chariot, shown how
\ndeath is my underground channel through life to reach my hidden
\nvistas of bliss. I am the objective of the intense quest of the
\njealous gods who pursue the vast mysterious word of my wisdom which
\nis seized in the confluence of the myriad ways of heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Beauty of
\nUnveiled Ray <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the beauty of
\nthe unveiled Ray
Drawing through the deep roads of the infinite
\nnight
The unconquerable pilgrim soul of earth
Beneath the
\nflaring torches of the stars.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the beauty of
\nthe secret Divine Ray, attracting, through all the deep roads of the
\nendless night, the unconquerable pilgrimaging soul of earth beneath
\nthe flaming torches of the stars.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inviolable
\nEcstasy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the inviolable
\nEcstasy;
They who have looked on me, shall grieve no more.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe eyes that live
\nin night shall see my form.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am the Ecstasy
\nthat is unassailable. Those who have looked on me shall have no more
\ngrief. They who are not distracted by the pleasures and the little
\njoys of life but live closed in their consciousness to the outside
\nworld shall see my forms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven and Earth
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn the pale shores
\nof conscious foaming straits
That flow beneath a grey tormented
\nsky
Two powers from one original ecstasy born
Pace near, but
\nparted in the life of man;
One leans to earth, the other yearns
\nto the skies:
Heaven in its rapture dreams of perfect earth,
\n
Earth in its sorrow dreams of perfect heaven.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"On the obscure
\nspaces of the earth where consciousness is labouring to emerge below
\nthe dull agitated skies, two powers issuing from one source of Bliss
\nmove close to each other and yet are divided in the life of man; they
\nare Soul and Nature. Nature leans down to earth; the Soul longs to
\nreach the skies. Heaven in the rapture of its perfection dreams and
\nworks for the perfection of earth; earth in its imperfection and
\nsorrow dreams and longs for perfect heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Two Powers
\nSundered <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe two longing to
\njoin, yet walk apart,
Idly divided by their vain conceits;
They
\nare kept from their oneness by enchanted fears;
Sundered
\nmysteriously by miles of thought,
They gaze across the silent
\ngulfs of sleep. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"These two
\npowers \u2014 Soul and Nature \u2014 yearn to unite but still walk apart
\nfrom each other, vainly divided by their empty conceits of
\nindependence. They are kept apart from uniting by baseless but
\nenspelling fears of each other; they are cut off from one another
\ninexplicably by thought-woven distances; they look at each other
\nacross the mute gulfs of obscurity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Like Divorced
\nBride and Bridegroom <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr side by side
\nreclined upon my vasts
Like bride and bridegroom magically
\ndivorced
They wake to yearn, but never can they clasp
While
\nthinly flickering hesitates uncrossed
Between the lovers on their
\nnuptial couch
The shadowy eidolon of a sword.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or these two
\nPowers \u2014 Nature and Soul \u2014 recline upon my vasts side by side
\nlike bride and bridegroom inexplicably separated. When they wake up
\nthey yearn for each other, but they cannot clasp one another as long
\nas the shadowy spectre of a sword hangs above, swinging hesitatingly
\nwithout striking, between these lovers on their marriage bed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Curtain Drawn
\nBack <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut when the phantom
\nflame-edge fails undone,
Then never more can space or time divide
\n
The lover from the loved; space shall draw back
Her great
\ntranslucent curtain. Time shall be
The quivering of the spirit\u2019s
\nendless bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But once this
\nunsubstantial phantom sword with its sharp edge fails and is
\ndissolved, then the two can no longer be divided by space or time.
\nSpace shall draw back her transparent dividing veil between the lover
\nand the loved Time shall vibrate with the endless bliss of the
\nSpirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Dual Law <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttend that moment
\nof celestial fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMeanwhile you two
\nshall serve the dual law
Which only now the scouts of vision
\nglimpse
Who pressing through the forest of their thoughts
Have
\nfound the narrow bridges of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Await thou
\nthat destined moment of heaven. In the meanwhile you both shall
\nfollow and serve the dual law \u2014 the law of the separated Two \u2014
\nthe true nature of which is at present glimpsed only by the
\nwide-winged messengers of vision who press through the thick forest
\nof their thoughts and discover the narrow bridges of the gods which
\nshall span the gulf.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Division a
\nDelightful Means <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWait patient of the
\nbrittle bars of form
Making division your delightful means
Of
\nhappy oneness rapturously enhanced
By attraction in the throbbing
\nair between. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Be patient,
\nbear with the fragile bars of form making this division your
\ndelightful way of achieving a happier oneness, by an ecstatically
\nenhanced attraction in the vibrantly yearning air between you.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Abandon the
\nVexed World <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet if thou wouldst
\nabandon the vexed world
Careless of the dark moan of things
\nbelow,
Tread down the isthmus, overleap the flood,
Cancel thy
\ncontract with the labouring Force,
Renounce the tie that joins
\nthee to earth-kind,
Cast off thy sympathy with mortal hearts.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But, if thou
\nwouldst give up this troubled world, heedless of the cry of
\ndistressed things below, then walk over the linking land-strip, leap
\nacross the separating flood, cancel thy contract to share the toil of
\nthe Force at work in earth-nature, abandon the bond that ties thee to
\nthe earth-kind, throw away thy sympathy with those mortal hearts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ascend into Thy
\nBlissful Home <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArise, vindicate thy
\nspirit\u2019s conquered right:
Relinquishing thy charge of transient
\nbreath,
Under the cold gaze of the indifferent stars
Leaving
\nthy borrowed body on the sod,
Ascend, O soul, into thy blissful
\nhome. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArise, assert the
\nright won by thy spirit over Nature. Give up thy burden of the
\nfleeting breath of life, leave this body borrowed from Nature on the
\nsward under the cold gaze of the stars that care not, and ascend, O
\nsoul, into thy own blissful home.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
To Felicity
\nArise <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere in the
\nplayground of the eternal Child
Or in domains the wise Immortals
\ntread
Roam with thy comrade splendour under skies
Spiritual
\nlit by an unsetting sun,
As godheads live who care not for the
\nworld
And share not in the toil of Nature\u2019s powers:
Absorbed
\nin their self-ecstasy they dwell.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCast off the
\nambiguous myth of earth\u2019s desire,
O immortal to felicity
\narise.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cHere in the happy
\nplayground of the eternal Child or in the domains of the wise
\nImmortals, walk with Satyavan, thy splendorous Comrade under
\nspiritual skies lit by the sun that never sets; live here as the gods
\nlive, caring not for the world, sharing not in the toil and hardship
\nof Nature’s forces. These gods live ever absorbed and contented in
\ntheir self-ecstasy. Cast off, thou, this dubious fiction of the
\nearth’s desire. Arise to felicity, O immortal."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Joy Pours Down <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn Savitri listening
\nin her tranquil heart
To the harmony of the ensnaring voice
A
\njoy exceeding earth\u2019s and heaven\u2019s poured down
The bliss of
\nan unknown eternity,
A rapture from some waiting Infinite.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs Savitri listens
\nin her tranquil heart to the harmonious notes of this deceptive
\nvoice, a joy pours down on her exceeding the joy of earth and even
\nthe joy of heaven it is the bliss of some unknown eternity, a rapture
\nfrom some Infinite awaiting her.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Smile Ripples
\nOut <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA smile came
\nrippling out in her wide eyes,
Its confident felicity\u2019s
\nmessenger
As if the first beam of the morning sun
Rippled
\nalong two wakened lotus-pools:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs a messenger of
\nthe confident felicity of her heart, a smile gently ripples across
\nher wide eyes, like the first beam of the morning sun rippling along
\ntwo awakened lotus-pools.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Climb not <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO besetter of
\nman\u2019s soul with life and death
And the world\u2019s pleasure and
\npain and Day and Night,
Tempting his heart with the far lure of
\nheaven,
Testing his strength with the close touch of hell,
I
\nclimb not to thy everlasting Day,
Even as I have shunned thy
\neternal Night. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O thou who
\nassailest man’s soul with life and death, the pleasure of the world
\nand its pain, light and obscurity \u2014 Day and Night \u2014, who tempest
\nman’s heart with the distant lures of heaven, testest his strength
\nand endurance with the close touch of hell, I reject thy everlasting
\nDay of Light, even as I have scorned thy eternal Night of Darkness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Give back the
\nother Self <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo me who turn not
\nfrom thy terrestrial Way,
Give back the other self my nature
\nasks,
Thy spaces need him not to help their joy;
Earth needs
\nhis beautiful spirit made by thee
To fling delight down like a
\nnet of gold. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"l do not turn
\naway from thy terrestrial course; give me back my other self \u2014
\nSatyavan \u2014 whom, surely, thy spaces do not indispensably need for
\ntheir happiness. The earth, on the other hand, needs his beautiful
\nspirit \u2014 made by thee \u2014 to cast down delight like an enchanting
\nnet of gold.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth is the
\nChosen Place <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth is the chosen
\nplace of mightiest souls;
Earth is the heroic spirit\u2019s
\nbattlefield,
The forge where the Arch-mason shapes his works.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy servitudes on
\nearth are greater, king,
Than all the glorious liberties of
\nheaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The earth is
\nthe appointed field for the mighty of soul. The earth is the combat
\nplace for the heroic in spirit. It is the forge where the greatest
\ncreative builder shapes his material. O King, subjections to thee on
\nearth are greater than all the glorious freedoms in heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heavens once my
\nHome <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe heavens were
\nonce to me my natural home,
I too have wandered in star-jewelled
\ngroves,
Paced sun-gold pastures and moon-silver swards
And
\nheard the harping laughter of their streams
And lingered under
\nbranches dropping myrrh;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Indeed the
\nheavens were once my natural home, before I came down to earth. I too
\nhave wandered in their star-studded groves, walked in their
\nsun-bright tracts and moon-lit turfs, heard the musical laughter of
\ntheir streams and halted under branches dripping sweet myrrh.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I too have
\nRevelled <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI too have revelled
\nin the fields of light
Touched by the ethereal raiment of the
\nwinds,
Thy wonder-rounds of music I have trod,
Lived in the
\nrhyme of bright unlabouring thoughts,
I have beat swift harmonies
\nof rapture vast,
Danced in spontaneous measures of the soul
The
\ngreat and easy dances of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I too have
\nexulted in the fields of light fanned by the ethereal raiment of the
\nwinds; I have trodden thy wonderful rounds of music; I have lived in
\nthe rhythms of bright and spontaneous thoughts; my heart has beat to
\nthe quick harmonies of vast rapture; I have danced in the spontaneous
\nsteps of the soul the great and easy dances of the gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heavier Tread is
\nMine <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOh, fragrant are the
\nlanes thy children walk
And lovely is the memory of their feet
\n
Amid the wonder-flowers of Paradise:
A heavier tread is mine,
\na mightier touch.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow fragrant are
\nthose lanes where thy children walk and how lovely is the memory of
\ntheir feet amid alt the marvels of the flowers of that Paradise! But
\nmy tread is earthly, heavier than that of those celestial children.
\nIt has a mightier touch \u2014 because of the purpose before it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Spirit to
\nEmbrace Mankind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere where the gods
\nand demons battle in night
Or wrestle on the borders of the Sun,
\n
Taught by the sweetness and the pain of life
To bear the
\nuneven strenuous beat that throbs
Against the edge of some
\ndivinest hope,
To dare the impossible with these pangs of search,
\n
In me the spirit of immortal love
Stretches its arms out to
\nembrace mankind.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There, in the
\nearth-field, where the gods and demons fight in darkness or engage in
\ncombat on the outskirts of the Sun of the Spirit, my spirit of
\nimmortal love extends its arms wide to embrace the whole of mankind.
\nMy spirit has been taught by the joy and pain of life to bear and
\nendure the uneven and tiring beat of the heart of earth-life that
\nthrobs at the brink of a supremely divine hope; my spirit has been
\ntaught to attempt the impossible in its suffering search.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Unshared Joy is
\nImperfect <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nToo far thy heavens
\nfor me from suffering men.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImperfect is the joy
\nnot shared by all.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOh to spread forth,
\noh to encircle and seize
More hearts till love in us has filled
\nthy world! <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor me thy heavens
\nare too far away from the suffering men for whom I strive. Joy that
\nis not shared with all is indeed imperfect. How I long to spread
\nmyself, to encircle and seize in the net of my love more and more
\nhearts till love in us has tilled thy world!<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Take not the
\nWarrior <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO life, the life
\nbeneath the wheeling stars
For victory in the tournament with
\ndeath,
For bending of the fierce and difficult bow,
For
\nflashing of the splendid sword of God!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO thou who soundest
\nthe trumpet in the lists,
Part not the handle from the untried
\nsteel,
Take not the warrior with his blow unstruck.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAre there not still
\na million fights to wage?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO life beneath
\nthe labouring stars in the heavens, O thou who blowest the trumpet in
\nthe call for battle, in order to win victory in this tournament with
\ndeath, in order to bend the fierce and difficult bow of Nature, in
\norder to flash-strike the splendid sword of God, do not separate the
\nhilt from the steel before it is used, do not snatch away the warrior
\nbefore he has struck his blow.Surely there are innumerable fights
\nstill to be waged.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Weld us to One <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO King-smith, clang
\non still thy toil begun,
Weld us to one in thy strong smithy of
\nlife. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy fine-curved
\njewelled hilt call Savitri,
Thy blade\u2019s exultant smile name
\nSatyavan. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFashion to beauty,
\npoint us through the world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO King-smith,
\ncontinue thy toil in thy powerful smithy of life, till thou hat
\nwelded us into one. Call thou thy fine-shaped jewelled hilt Savitri;
\nfor I am that. Call the exultant flash of thy blade Satyavan; for he
\nis that. Fashion us together into a head of beauty draw us through
\nthe world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Break not the
\nLyre <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBreak not the lyre
\nbefore the song is found;
Are there not still unnumbered chants
\nto weave? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO subtle-souled
\nmusician of the years,
Play out what thou hast fluted on my
\nstops;
Arise from the strain their first wild plaint divined
And
\nthat discover which is yet unsung.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not break
\nthe lyre before the intended song is found. Innumerable are the
\nchants still to be woven and sung. O fine-souled, sempiternal
\nmusician, play to the end the notes that thou didst begin to strike
\non my way-stops. Ascend from the movement pointed by their first
\nspontaneous cry. Discover that which is still not sung.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thy Will is
\nSupreme <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI know that I can
\nlift man\u2019s soul to God,
I know that he can bring the Immortal
\ndown. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur will labours
\npermitted by thy will
And without thee an empty roar of storm,
A
\nsenseless whirlwind is the titan\u2019s force
And without thee a
\nsnare the strength of gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I know fully
\nwell that I can lift man’s soul to God; I know also that man can
\nbring the Immortal down on earth. Our will works under the sanction
\nof thy will. Without thee, the force of the titan turns out to be a
\nmere empty roar of storm, a whirlwind without issue. Without thee,
\nall the strength of the gods is a mere snare that misleads.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Achieve the
\nDesire <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLet not the
\ninconscient gulf swallow man\u2019s race
That through earth\u2019s
\nignorance struggles towards the Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO thunderer with the
\nlightnings of the soul,
Give not to darkness and to death thy
\nsun,
Achieve thy wisdom\u2019s hidden firm decree
And the
\nmandate of thy secret world-wide love.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Let not the
\ngulf of inconscience swallow up the race of man which is struggling
\ntowards the Light through all the earth’s ignorance. O thunder with
\nsoul-lightnings, do not deliver thy bright sun unto darkness and
\ndeath. Fulfil the hidden, firm decree of thy Omniscience, the mandate
\nof thy secret world-embracing love."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lost in
\nThought’s Immensities <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer words failed
\nlost in thought\u2019s immensities
Which seized them at the limits
\nof their cry
And hid their meaning in the distances
That stir
\nto more than ever speech has won
From the Unthinkable, end of all
\nour thought,
And the Ineffable from whom all words come.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri’s words fail
\nand get lost in the immensities of thought which seize them at their
\nfarthest points and. conceal their meaning in the far seniors that
\nvibrate with what can never be won from the Unthinkable and expressed
\nby speech, \u2014 the Unthinkable in which all our thought ends, the
\nIneffable which is the source of all our words.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Gulf Impossible <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen with a smile
\naugust as noonday heavens
The godhead of the vision wonderful:
\n
\u201cHow shall earth-nature and man\u2019s nature rise
To the
\ncelestial levels, yet earth abide?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven and earth
\ntowards each other gaze
Across a gulf that few can cross, none
\ntouch,
Arriving through a vague ethereal mist
Out of which
\nall things form that move in space,
The shore that all can see
\nbut never reach.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen the Godhead
\nreplies with a solemn smile "How is it possible for earth-nature
\nand man’s nature to rise to the celestial levels, assume celestial
\nnature and at the same time for the earth to continue to exist?
\nHeaven and earth caw at each other, but there is a gulf between which
\nfew can cross. None, coming through the ethereal spaces from which
\nall forms in space issue, can touch the other shore which all can see
\nbut none ever reach.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven’s Light
\nvisits sometimes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven\u2019s light
\nvisits sometimes the mind of earth;
Its thoughts burn in her sky
\nlike lonely stars;
In her heart there move celestial seekings
\nsoft
And beautiful like fluttering wings of birds,
Visions of
\njoy that she can never win
Traverse the fading mirror of her
\ndreams. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is true that
\nheaven’s tight does visit the mind of earth sometimes and heaven’s
\nthoughts burn in the sky of that mind like solitary stars. Celestial
\naspirations and quests \u2014 delicate and beautiful like the undulating
\nwings of birds \u2014 move in the heart of earth. Visions of joy that
\nshe can never attain flit across the mirror of her dissolving dreams.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sorrowful
\nFlowers <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFaint seeds of light
\nand bliss bear sorrowful flowers,
Faint harmonies caught from a
\nhalf-heard song
Fall swooning mid the wandering voices\u2019 jar,
\n
Foam from the tossing luminous seas where dwells
The
\nbeautiful and far delight of gods,
Raptures unknown, a miracled
\nhappiness
Thrill her and pass half-shaped to mind and sense.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Weak seeds of
\nlight and bliss bear flowers full of sorrow. Faint notes of harmony
\ngrasped from a song that is only half-heard, vet lost amidst the
\ncacophony of the wandering voices. The white spray of the luminous
\nseas where dwells the beautiful and distant delight of the gods,
\nunknown raptures, happiness that is miraculous, thrill the earth and
\ntouch half-formed its mind and sense.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAbove her little
\nfinite steps she feels
Careless of knot or pause, worlds which
\nweave out
A strange perfection beyond law and rule,
A
\nuniverse of self-found felicity,
An inexpressible rhythm of
\ntimeless beats,
The many-movemented heart-beats of the One,
\n
Magic of the boundless harmonies of self,
Order of the
\nfreedom of the infinite,
The wonder-plastics of the Absolute.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is the
\nAll-Truth and there the timeless bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth-nature is
\naware, above her small, limited steps, of worlds which fashion \u2014
\ndisregarding incidental knot; and halts \u2014 a new pattern of
\nperfection quite beyond earth’s law and rule. It is a new universe of
\nself-caused, self-sufficient felicity; an ineffable rhythm of the
\nbeats of the eternal, of the multiply acting heart-beats of the One;
\nan enchantment of the infinite harmonies of self; an order of the
\nunfettered liberty of the infinite; the wondrous formulations of the
\nAbsolute. In that realm is All-Truth, and there is eternal bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth’s Shore <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut hers are
\nfragments of a star-lost gleam,
Hers are but careless visits of
\nthe gods. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThey are a Light
\nthat fails, a Word soon hushed
And nothing they mean can stay for
\nlong on earth. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But they are
\nnot for earth. The earth’s share is only sonic fragments of a dim
\ngleam, a few casual visits of the gods. All these visits bring
\nnothing more than a Light that fails, an inspired Word that is soon
\nmuted Nothing these gods can offer stays on earth for and Meaningful
\nlength of time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Few can Climb <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere Are High
\nGlimpses, Not The Lasting Sight.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA Few Can Climb To
\nAn Unperishing Sun,
Or Live On The Edges Of The Mystic Moon
And
\nChannel To Earth-Mind The Wizard Ray.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For the earth
\nthere are brief glimpses, of heights but not their lasting view. Only
\na few can climb to the eternal sun or get close and live near the
\nmoon of spiritual bliss and direct the wonder-producing ray of the
\nSpirit to the earth-mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Few,too few <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe heroes and the
\ndemi-gods are few
To whom the close immortal voices speak
And
\nto their acts the heavenly clan are near.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFew are the silences
\nin which Truth is heard,
Unveiling the timeless utterance in her
\ndeeps;
Few are the splendid moments of the seers.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Few indeed are
\nthe heroes and demigods on earth to whom the immortal voices of the
\ngods draw nigh and speak, whose acts attract the heavenly host. Few
\nare the silences in which alone Truth can he heard revealing the
\neternal Word which lies within the depths of her being; few are the
\ninspired moments of the seer on earth when this becomes possible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven’s Call is
\nRare <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven\u2019s call is
\nrare, rarer the heart that heeds;
The doors of light are sealed
\nto common mind,
And earth\u2019s needs nail to earth the human mass,
\n
Only in an uplifting hour of stress
Men answer to the touch
\nof greater things:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The call of
\nthe Spirit is rare; but even more rare is the heart that listens to
\nit. The doors of light are shut to the common earth-mind.
\nPreoccupation with creature-needs tie the human mass to the gross
\nearthly existence. Only in moments of crisis are men uplifted and
\nthey respond to the touch of greater things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Men Slide Back <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr, raised by some
\nstrong hand to breathe heaven-air,
They slide back to the mud
\nfrom which they climbed;
In the mud of which they are made, whose
\nlaw they know
They joy in safe return to a friendly base,
And,
\nthough something in them weeps for the glory lost
And greatness
\nmurdered, they accept their fall.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or, if men are
\nraised by some special missioned spirits to the higher altitudes,
\nthey gradually slide back to the mud from which they climbed, the mud
\nfrom which they are fashioned and whose law is all that they know.
\nThey rejoice in finding themselves back on their accustomed ground.
\nAnd although something in them regrets and is sad at losing the glory
\nthat has been forfeited and the greatness that has been blotted out,
\nthey reconcile themselves to their fall.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Common Average <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo be the common man
\nthey think the best,
To live as others live is their delight.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor most are built
\non Nature\u2019s earthly plan
And owe small debt to a superior
\nplane;
The human average is their level pitch,
A thinking
\nanimal\u2019s material range.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"They think
\nthat to live safe in common conditions is the hest. Their happiness
\nlies in living as others do. For most men are formed on the ordinary
\nearthly plan of Nature and owe very little to the truths of higher
\nplanes. Their normal level is the average human \u2014the material range
\nof a thinking animal that is man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Each Creature
\nBound <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the long
\never-mounting hierarchy,
In the stark economy of cosmic life
\n
Each creature to its appointed task and place
Is bound by his
\nnature\u2019s form, his spirit\u2019s force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In the long
\nascending hierarchy of Nature, in the rigid economy of cosmic life,
\neach creature is bound and limited to its assigned task and position
\nby the form taken by his nature, svarupa, by the force wielded by his
\nspirit, svabhava.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Break of Order <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf this were easily
\ndisturbed, it would break
The settled balance of created things;
\n
The perpetual order of the universe
Would tremble, and a gap
\nyawn in woven Fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If this order
\nwere to be easily disturbed, it would shatter the established balance
\nof created things. The permanent order of the universe would shake
\nand a gulf created in the determinations constructed by Fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mediating Stair <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf men were not and
\nall were brilliant gods,
The mediating stair would then be lost
\n
By which the spirit awake in Matter winds
Accepting the
\ncircuits of the Middle Way,
By heavy toil and slow aeonic steps
\n
Reaching the bright miraculous fringe of God,
Into the glory
\nof the Oversoul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If there were
\nno men at all and all were brilliant gods, the ladder between Matter
\nand Spirit would be lost \u2014 the linking stair up which the
\nconsciousness, awakened in Matter, slowly winds its way, accepting
\nthe circuitous paths of the Way in between and by hard toil and slow
\nagelong steps, arriving at the luminous, miraculous borderland or God
\nand thence into the glory of the Soul presiding over all things.**
\n

Inconscient Holds Back <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy will, my call is
\nthere in men and things;
But the Inconscient lies at the world\u2019s
\ngrey back
And draws to its breast of Night and Death and Sleep.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImprisoned in its
\ndark and dumb abyss
A little consciousness it lets escape
But
\njealous of the growing light holds back
Close to the obscure
\nedges of its cave
As if a fond ignorant mother kept her child
\n
Tied to her apron strings of Nescience.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Though my
\nwill, my cal! is there in men and things, the Inconscient which is at
\nthe dim, dull back of the world pulls everything to its bosom of
\nNight, Death and Sleep. It allows a little of the consciousness that
\nis imprisoned in its dark and dumb depths to escape, but being
\njealous of the light that forms and grow around the released hit of
\nconsciousness, it holds it back as near as possible to the dark edges
\nof its cavern as though it were a doting ignorant mother keeping her
\nchild always tied to her apron strings of Nescience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inconscient <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Inconscient
\ncould not read without man\u2019s mind
The mystery of the world its
\nsleep has made:
Man is its key to unlock a conscious door.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut still it holds
\nhim dangled in its grasp:
It draws its giant circle round its
\nthoughts,
It shuts its heart to the supernal Light,
A high
\nand dazzling limit shines above,
A black and blinding border
\nrules below:
His mind is closed between two firmaments.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The world has
\nbeen fashioned in the swoon of the Inconscient. Its mystery cannot be
\nunravelled by the Inconscient except through man’s mind. Man is its
\nkey to unlock a conscious door opening upon that mystery. And yet the
\nInconscient holds man in its extended grasp. It draws boundaries \u2014
\nthough large \u2014 around his thoughts; it acts as a curtain screening
\nhis heart from the spiritual Light. Above man shines a high and
\nbrilliant Light of the Spirit; below man is the border of a black and
\nblinding regime. Between these two firmaments of the Superconscience
\nand the Inconscience the mind of man is shut.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man’s Knowledge
\nin Ignorance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe seeks through
\nwords and images the Truth,
And, poring on surfaces and brute
\noutsides
Or dipping cautious feet in shallow seas,
Even his
\nKnowledge is an Ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is barred out
\nfrom his own inner depths;
He cannot look on the face of the
\nUnknown. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow shall he see
\nwith the Omniscient\u2019s eyes,
How shall he will with the
\nOmnipotent\u2019s force? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMan seeks the Truth,
\nnot directly but through words and images. His mind dwells upon the
\nexteriors and the semi conscious or unconscious outsides of things.
\nHe dips his feet warily in the shallow waters of life. Consequently
\neven his Knowledge turns out to be an Ignorance. He is an outcast
\nfrom his own inner depths of being. He does not have the capacity to
\nreach and behold the Unknown. How then can such a being see with the
\nsight of the All-Knowing? How can he will with the force of the
\nAll-Powerful?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Leave to Time <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO too compassionate
\nand eager Dawn,
Leave to the circling aeons\u2019 tardy pace
And
\nto the working of the inconscient Will,
Leave to its imperfect
\nlight the earthly race:
All shall be done by the long act of
\nTime. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O thou, Dawn,
\nwho art too compassionate, too eager to bring about a change, leave
\nit to the slow pace of Nature circling the ages, to the sure though
\nslow working Of the will in the Inconscient; let the earthly race
\nremain in the imperfect light that is given to it. All shall be done
\nin the eventual fullness of Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Soul greater
\nthan Fate <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough the race is
\nbound by its own kind,
The soul in man is greater than his fate:
\n
Above the wash and surge of Time and Space,
Disengaging from
\nthe cosmic commonalty
By which all life is kin in grief and joy,
\n
Delivered from the universal Law
The sun-like single and
\ntranscendent spirit
Can blaze its way through the mind\u2019s
\nbarrier wall
And burn alone in the eternal sky,
Inhabitant of
\na wide and endless calm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Although
\nhumanity is bound to its own human type and cannot exceed it, still,
\nthe soul in man is greater than his fate; the soul can surpass fate.
\nRising above the ebb and flow of Time and Space, detaching itself
\nfrom the universal common nature due to which life is invariably
\nassociated with grief and joy, freed from the hold the universal Law,
\nthe radiant, lone and transcendent spirit can blaze its way across
\nthe obstructing wall of mind and burn above in the skies of the
\nEternal, inhabitant of a vast and endless calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Withdraw <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Flame, withdraw
\ninto thy luminous self
Or else return to thy original might
On
\na seer-summit above thought and world;
Partner of my unhoured
\neternity,
Be one with the infinity of my power:
For thou art
\nthe World Mother and the Bride.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO Flame, draw
\nback into thy own luminous self. Or, come back to thy original might
\non the seeing peaks above thought and world. O thou, partner of my
\nlimitless eternity, be one with the infinity of my power. For thou
\nart ever the World-Mother and the Bride of the Supreme.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pass back into
\nthe Power <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of the fruitless
\nyearning of earth\u2019s life,
Out of her feeble unconvincing dream,
\n
Recovering wings that cross infinity
Pass back into the Power
\nfrom which thou cam\u2019st.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo that thou canst
\nuplift thy formless flight,
Thy heart can rise from its
\nunsatisfied beats
And feel the immortal and spiritual joy
Of
\na soul that never lost felicity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Recover thy
\nwings that can cross infinity and pass out of this vain yearning of
\nearth’s life. out of earth\u2019s weak dream that fails to convince; go
\nback into the Power from which thou hest come.Thou canst soar in thy
\nformless flight to that Power. Thy heart can rise above its
\nunsatisfied heats on earth and feel once more the immortal and
\nspiritual joy that belongs to a soul which has never lost its
\nfelicity by coming down to earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rescued out of
\nNature <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLift up the fallen
\nheart of love which flutters,
Cast down desire\u2019s abyss into the
\ngulfs. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor ever rescued out
\nof Nature\u2019s shapes
Discover what the aimless cycles want,
\n
There intertwined with all thy life has meant,
Here vainly
\nsought in a terrestrial form.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLift thou thy fallen
\nheart of love that flutters; throw away the depth of desire into the
\ngulfs. And so rescued from Nature’s forms, discover thou what these
\naimless cycles of Time on earth seek for, that which coalesces up
\nthere with all the significance of thy life is vainly sought here in
\nearthly form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Break into
\nEternity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBreak into eternity
\nthy mortal mould;
Melt, Lightning, into thy invisible flame.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nClasp, Ocean, deep
\ninto thyself thy wave,
Happy for ever in the embosoming surge.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBreak thy mould of
\nmortality into eternity. O Lightning, melt into thy own invisible
\nflame. O Ocean, draw in and clasp into thyself thy own wave and be
\nhappy for ever thereafter in that enveloping surge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cease where Thou
\nBeganst <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nGrow one with the
\nstill passion of the depths,
Then shalt thou know the Lover and
\nthe Loved,
Leaving the limits dividing him and thee.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReceive him into
\nboundless Savitri,
Lose thyself into infinite Satyavan,
O
\nmiracle where thou beganst there cease!\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Become one
\nwith the calm intensity of thy depths; then shalt thou come to know
\nthe identity of the Lover and the Loved, having left the limits that
\ndivide him and thee. Receive him into the boundless Savitri merge
\nthyself into the infinite Satyavan. O miracle, cease thou there where
\nthou beganst\u201d.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Our Task <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Savitri answered
\nto the radiant God:
\u201cIn vain thou temptst with solitary bliss
\n
Two spirits saved out of a suffering world;
My soul and his
\nindissolubly linked
In the one task for which our lives were born
\n
To raise the world to God in deathless Light,
To bring God
\ndown to the world on earth we came,
To change the earthly life to
\nlife divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri answers to
\nthe radiant God:"Thou temptest us in vain, with solitary bliss,
\ntwo spirits salvaged from a suffering world. My soul and Satyavan’s
\nare linked indissolubly in the carrying out of the task for which we
\ntook birth. And that task is to raise the world to God in immortal
\nLight, to bring God down to the world on earth, to transform earthly
\nlife into a divine Life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Keep my Will to
\nSave <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI keep my will to
\nsave the world and man;
Even the charm of thy alluring voice,
O
\nblissful godhead, cannot seize and snare.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI sacrifice not
\nearth to happier worlds.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I hold on to
\nmy will to save the world and man. O blissful godhead, even the charm
\nof thy enchanting voice cannot seize my will and claim any part of
\nit. I will not abandon the suffering earth in order to gain happier
\nworlds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
**How the
\nEnormous Scene Began<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBecause there dwelt
\nthe Eternal\u2019s vast Idea
And his dynamic will in men and things,
\n
So only could the enormous scene begin.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhence came this
\nprofitless wilderness of stars,
This mighty barren wheeling of
\nthe suns? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This enormous
\nworld-scene could begin only because the cast Truth-Idea of the
\nEternal and his dynamic Will was lodged in men and things. From where
\nelse could have come about this vain wilderness of stars, this
\nmighty, barren revolutions of the suns?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Who? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWho made the soul of
\nfutile life in Time,
Planted a purpose and a hope in the heart,
\n
Set Nature to a huge and meaningless task
Or planned her
\nmillion-aeoned effort\u2019s waste?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat force condemned
\nto birth and death and tears
These conscious creatures crawling
\non the globe? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Who created
\nthe soul of useless life in Time? Who planted a purpose arid a hope
\nin the heart? Who set Nature to this huge and meaningless task or
\nplanned out this wasteful effort lasting over a million aeons? What
\nforce has condemned these conscious creatures crawling on the globe
\nto birth, death and tears?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Meeting of Earth
\nand Heaven <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf earth can look up
\nto the light of heaven
And hear an answer to her lonely cry,
Not
\nvain their meeting, nor heaven\u2019s touch a snare.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If earth can
\nlook up to the light of heaven for help in her journey and get
\nheaven’s response to her lonely cry, then the meeting of earth and
\nheaven is certainly not in vain; the touch of heaven is not an
\nalluring trap.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World is True <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf thou and I are
\ntrue, the world is true;
Although thou hide thyself behind thy
\nworks,
To be is not a senseless paradox;
Since God has made
\nearth, earth must make in her God;
What hides within her breast
\nshe must reveal.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf thou, O radiant
\ngod, art true and if I am true, then the world also is true. Even if
\nthou veilest thyself behind thy works, to exist, to be, is not a
\nmeaningless paradox. Since God has created the earth. the earth in
\nher turn has to create God in herself; she has got to reveal what is
\nconcealed in the core of her being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Greater Being
\nthan Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI claim thee for the
\nworld that thou hast made.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf man lives bound
\nby his humanity,
If he is tied for ever to his pain,
Let a
\ngreater being then arise from man,
The superhuman with the
\nEternal mate
And the Immortal shine through earthly forms.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I claim thee,
\nO God, for the world that thou thy\u00acself hast created. If man is
\nunable to exceed his human mould, if he is forced to live within the
\nbounds of his humanity, if he is inseparably tied to his pain, then
\nlet a being greater than man arise from man; let that super\u00achuman
\nbeing mate with the Eternal, and the Immortal manifest through
\nearthly forms.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret Spirit in
\nThing <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nElse were creation
\nvain and this great world
A nothing that in Time\u2019s moments
\nseems to be. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut I have seen
\nthrough the insentient mask;
I have felt a secret spirit stir in
\nthings
Carrying the body of the growing God:
It looks through
\nveiling forms at veilless truth,
It pushes back the curtain of
\nthe gods,
It climbs towards its own eternity.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Otherwise this
\ncreation is in vain and this great world that seems to exist in Time
\na nothing. But I have seen through the mask of the insentience that
\ncovers the evolving spirit. I have felt vibrating in things a secret
\nSpirit carrying the body of a growing God. That emerging Spirit looks
\nthrough forms that veil, at the truth that is unconcealed, without
\nany veil. It pushes back the curtain that the gods have hung over
\ntheir mysteries. It ascends through mortality towards its own
\neternity."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Tardy Process of
\nTime <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut the god answered
\nto the woman\u2019s heart:
\u201cO living power of the incarnate Word,
\n
All that the Spirit has dreamed thou canst create:
Thou art
\nthe force by which I made the worlds,
Thou art my vision and my
\nwill and voice.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut knowledge too is
\nthine, the world-plan thou knowest
And the tardy process of the
\npace of Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut the god answers
\nto the feeling heart of the women Savitri"O living power of the
\nmanifest Word of the Spirit, thou canst create all that the creative
\nSpirit has dreamed. For thou art the very Force by which I made the
\nworlds; thou art my vision over all creation, my will to execute, my
\nvoice to express. But knowledge also is thine; thou knowest the
\nworld-plan, thou knowest the slow process of Time\u2019s pace in which
\nall is worked out.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Not too Soon <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the impetuous
\ndrive of thy heart of flame,
In thy passion to deliver man and
\nearth,
Indignant at the impediments of Time
And the slow
\nevolution\u2019s sluggard steps,
Lead not the spirit in an ignorant
\nworld
To dare too soon the adventure of the Light,
Pushing
\nthe bound and slumbering god in man
Awakened mid the ineffable
\nsilences
Into endless vistas of the unknown and unseen,
Across
\nthe last confines of the limiting Mind
And the Superconscient\u2019s
\nperilous border line
Into the danger of the Infinite.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not, in the
\nviolent drive of thy flaming heart, in the intensity of thy passion
\nto liberate man and earth. in thy impatience and wroth at the
\nimpediments of Time and the lazy steps of slow evolution, lead the
\nevolving spirit in the world of ignorance to dare the adventure of
\nthe Light even before it is ready for it; do not push hard the bound
\nand sleeping god in man just awakened amid the inexpressible silences
\nof the Spirit, into the endless vistas of the unknown and unseen
\nExistence, beyond the last borders of the limiting mind, beyond the
\nhazardous border of the Superconscient into the danger of the
\nInfinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Force Thy Will
\non Fate <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut if thou wilt not
\nwait for Time and God,
Do then thy work and force thy will on
\nFate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs I have taken from
\nthee my load of night
And taken from thee my twilight\u2019s doubts
\nand dreams,
So now I take my light of utter Day.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But if thou
\nart not content to leave things to Time and the will of God, then do
\nthy work and impose thy will on Fate. Even as I have removed from
\nthee my load of night, taken away from thee the doubts and dreams of
\nmy twilight, I now withdraw my light of sheer Day.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Arise to
\nInfinity <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese are my symbol
\nkingdoms but not here
Can the great choice be made that fixes
\nfate
Or uttered the sanction of the Voice supreme.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArise upon a ladder
\nof greater worlds
To the infinity where no world can be.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All these,
\nhowever, are only my symbol kingdoms. Not in them can the great final
\nchoice be made that decides fate nor can the sanction of the supreme
\nVoice be expressed. Arise, ascend the stairs of greater worlds to the
\ninfinity where no world can be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nBut not in the wide
\nair where a greater Life
Uplifts its mystery and its miracle,
\n
And not on the luminous peaks of summit Mind,
Or in the hold
\nwhere subtle Matter\u2019s spirit
Hides in its light of shimmering
\nsecrecies,
Can there be heard the Eternal\u2019s firm command
That
\njoins the head of destiny to its base.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But the firm
\ncommand of the Eternal joining the issue of destiny to its origin
\ncannot be heard in the wide realms where a greater Life unveils its
\nmystery and its miracle, nor on the luminous peaks of the highest
\nMind, nor in the concealed region where subtle Matter’s spirit hides
\nitself in the glimmer of its secrecies.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mediating Links <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese only are the
\nmediating links;
Not theirs is the originating sight
Nor the
\nfulfilling act or last support
That bears perpetually the cosmic
\npile. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"These are only
\nthe intermediate steps; not in them is the original vision, nor the
\nfinal act that fulfils the vision, nor the last support bearing
\nconstantly the cosmic pile of Existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nTwo are the Powers
\nthat hold the ends of Time;
Spirit foresees, Matter unfolds its
\nthought,
The dumb executor of God\u2019s decrees,
Omitting no
\niota and no dot,
Agent unquestioning, inconscient, stark,
\n
Evolving inevitably a charged content,
Intention of his force
\nin time and space,
In animate beings and inanimate things
\n
Immutably it fulfils its ordered task.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt cancels not a
\ntittle of things done;
Unswerving from the oracular command
It
\nalters not the steps of the Unseen.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"’There are two
\nPowers at either end of Time: the Spirit that foresees everything and
\nMatter that unfolds The thought of the Spirit. Matter is the mute
\nexecutor of the decrees of God leaving out not the least point, an
\nagent. unquestioning, inconscient, bare. It evolves without fail the
\ncontents in Time and Space. fulfils without any change the task
\nimposed upon it in things inanimate and beings animate. It does not
\ncancel even slightly the thines that are done. It does not deviate
\nfrom the authoritative command: it does not alter the steps of the
\nUnseen Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Look Down on
\nLife <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf thou must indeed
\ndeliver man and earth
On the spiritual heights, look down on
\nlife,
Discover the truth of God and man and world;
Then do
\nthy task knowing and seeing all.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscend, O soul, into
\nthy timeless self;
Choose destiny\u2019s curve and stamp thy will on
\nTime.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If thou must
\nat all lead and liberate man and earth into the spiritual heights,
\nthen look down on life and the world. Discover thou the truth of God,
\nman and world. Know all, see all and then proceed to do thy work. O
\nsoul, ascend into thy self which is above Time ; and from there see
\nand choose the line of destiny and cast thy will on Time."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heaven-Worlds
\nVanish <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe ended and upon
\nthe falling sound
A power went forth that shook the founded
\nspheres
And loosed the stakes that hold the tents of form.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbsolved from
\nvision\u2019s grip and the folds of thought,
Rapt from her sense
\nlike disappearing scenes
In the stupendous theatre of Space
The
\nheaven-worlds vanished in spiritual light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs the god ends his
\nwords, a mighty power goes forth. It shakes the very foundations of
\nthe spheres and loosens the fixities of forms. Freed from the hold of
\nvision and the coverings of thought, removed from her senses like
\nscenes that disappear, the heaven-worlds around Savitri vanish in
\nspiritual light in the vast theatre of Space.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spaceless and
\nTimeless <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA movement was
\nabroad, a cry, a word,
Beginningless in its vast discovery,
\n
Momentless in its unthinkable return:
Choired in calm seas
\nshe heard the eternal Thought
Rhythming itself abroad unutterably
\n
In spaceless orbits and on timeless roads.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn an ineffable
\nworld she lived fulfilled.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a movement
\naround, there is a cry, a word. beginningless in its great
\nrevelation, timeless in its return beyond the range of thought Set in
\nthe rhythm of calm seas Savitri hears the eternal Thought vibrating
\nineffably in orbits beyond Space and on roads beyond Time. She finds
\nherself living fulfilled in an ineffable world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Energy of Triune
\nInfinite <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn energy of the
\ntriune Infinite,
In a measureless Reality she dwelt,
A
\nrapture and a being and a force,
A linked and myriad-motioned
\nplenitude,
A virgin unity, a luminous spouse,
Housing a
\nmultitudinous embrace
To marry all in God\u2019s immense delight,
\n
Bearing the eternity of every spirit,
Bearing the burden of
\nuniversal love,
A wonderful mother of unnumbered souls.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri becomes an
\nenergy of Sat-Chit-Ananda; she lives in a measureless Reality as a
\nrapture, a being. a force, a fullness many-motioned and inter-linked,
\na fresh virgin unity, a luminous spouse extending a multitudinous
\nembrace to wed all in the immense delight of God, bearing the
\neternity of each spirit, hearing the burden of universal love \u2014 a
\nwonderful mother of innumerable souls.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAll things she knew,
\nall things imagined or willed,
Her ear was opened to ideal sound,
\n
Shape the convention bound no more her sight,
A thousand
\ndoors of oneness was her heart,
A crypt and sanctuary of brooding
\nlight
Appeared, the last recess of things beyond.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe knows all
\nthings, imagined or willed; her hearing is opened to ideal sound;
\nher, sight is no more bound by the convention of shape, she can sec
\neven what has no form; her heart is one with all through its thousand
\ndoors.A vault and sanctuary of brooding light appears \u2014 the last
\nborderland of what is beyond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Form Ceases <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen in its round
\nthe enormous fiat paused,
Silence gave back to the Unknowable
\n
All it had given. Still was her listening thought.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe form of things
\nhad ceased within her soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInvisible that
\nperfect godhead now.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe formidable
\nmovement pauses. Silence with its contents rolls back into the
\nUnknowable. Savitri’s listening thought is absolutely still. The
\nphenomenon of form ceases in her soul. Even that radiant, perfect
\ngod-head is no longer visible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Abolished Space <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAround her some
\ntremendous spirit lived,
Mysterious flame around a melting pearl,
\n
And in the phantom of abolished Space
There was a voice
\nunheard by ears that cried:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome tremendous
\nspirit is felt around Savitri like a mysterious flame around a pearl
\nthat is about to melt. In that strange unsubstantiality where Space
\nis not, cries a voice which cannot be heard by the ear but only by
\nthe soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The Supreme
\nChoice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cChoose, spirit,
\nthy supreme choice not given again;
For now from my highest being
\nlooks at thee
The nameless formless peace where all things rest.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O spirit,
\nchoose now; for this supreme choice is not offered again. The peace
\nbeyond name and form, the peace in which all things come to rest, now
\nlooks at thee from my highest being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Felicity of
\nExtinction <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a happy vast
\nsublime cessation know,\u2014
An immense extinction in eternity,
A
\npoint that disappears in the infinite,\u2014
Felicity of the
\nextinguished flame,
Last sinking of a wave in a boundless sea,
\n
End of the trouble of thy wandering thoughts,
Close of the
\njourneying of thy pilgrim soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAccept, O music,
\nweariness of thy notes,
O stream, wide breaking of thy channel
\nbanks.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Experience in
\nthe happy vast the profound cessation of all things, the immense
\nfade-out in eternity, disappearance of a point in the infinite, the
\nfelicity of the flame that is extinguished, the last sinking of a
\nwave in a boundless sea; find the end of all the trouble of thy
\nwandering thoughts, the close of the pilgrim-journey of thy soul.O
\nmusic, accept the fact that thy notes are weary, stream, accept the
\nfact that thy channel banks are broken wide\u201d.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Boon for Soul
\nof Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe moments fell
\ninto eternity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut someone yearned
\nwithin a bosom unknown.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd silently the
\nwoman\u2019s heart replied:
\u201cThy peace, O Lord, a boon within to
\nkeep
Amid the roar and ruin of wild Time
For the magnificent
\nsoul of man on earth.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy calm, O Lord,
\nthat bears thy hands of joy.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe moments fade
\ninto eternity. But there is some yearning in an unknown bosom and the
\nwoman’s (Savitri’s) heart replies without words: "O Lord, give
\nthy peace, a boon to keep within for the magnificent soul of man
\nstruggling amidst the fury and ruin of wild Time; thy calm, O Lord,
\nbearing thy joy."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pass into
\nSilence <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLimitless like ocean
\nround a lonely isle
A second time the eternal cry arose:
\u201cWide
\nopen are the ineffable gates in front.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy spirit leans down
\nto break the knot of earth,
Amorous of oneness without thought or
\nsign
To cast down wall and fence, to strip heaven bare,
See
\nwith the large eye of infinity,
Unweave the stars and into
\nsilence pass.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLimitless like an
\nocean around a solitary island, the eternal cry arises again:"The
\nindescribable gates are wide open before thee. My spirit stoops down
\nto break the knot that ties thee still to earth, drawn to a oneness
\nwithout sign or thought it leans down to destroy all wall and fence,
\nto denude the heaven bare. Behold with the wide eye of infinity,
\nunweave the garment of stars and pass thou into silence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thy oneness in
\nMany <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn an immense and
\nworld-destroying pause
She heard a million creatures cry to her.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThrough the
\ntremendous stillness of her thoughts
Immeasurably the woman\u2019s
\nnature spoke:
\u201cThy oneness, Lord, in many approaching hearts,
\n
My sweet infinity of thy numberless souls.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn an immense pause
\nwhich seems capable of destroying the world Savitri hears millions
\ncrying to her not to leave them. Then through the mightv stillness of
\nher thoughts, the woman’s nature speaks in an immeasurable way: "May
\nI feel, o Lord, thy oneness in the many hearts that are approaching,
\ngive to me the sweet infinity of thy on numberless souls."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Above the
\nWhirling <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMightily retreating
\nlike a sea in ebb
A third time swelled the great admonishing
\ncall:
\u201cI spread abroad the refuge of my wings.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of its
\nincommunicable deeps
My power looks forth of mightiest splendour,
\nstilled
Into its majesty of sleep, withdrawn
Above the
\ndreadful whirlings of the world.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a mighty
\nretreat like an ebbing sea and for the third time swells the great
\nreprimanding call:"I extend the shelter of my wings. From its
\nun-relatable depths my power of utmost splendour looks forth, held
\nstill in its majesty of sleep, aloof from the dreadful whirlings of
\nthe world below."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Sob of Things <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA sob of things was
\nanswer to the voice,
And passionately the woman\u2019s heart
\nreplied:
\u201cThy energy, Lord, to seize on woman and man,
To
\ntake all things and creatures in their grief
And gather them into
\na mother\u2019s arms.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn answer to this
\nvoice there is a sob of things everywhere. Moved by the sob, the
\nwoman’s heart answers passionately: "Give to me, O Lord. thy
\nenergy to gather all men and women, to take up all things and
\ncreatures that are in grief and enfold them into a mother’s !mint:
\narms".<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rapture of my
\nBliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSolemn and distant
\nlike a seraph\u2019s lyre
A last great time the warning sound was
\nheard:
\u201cI open the wide eye of solitude
To uncover the
\nvoiceless rapture of my bliss,
Where in a pure and exquisite hush
\nit lies
Motionless in its slumber of ecstasy,
Resting from
\nthe sweet madness of the dance
Out of whose beat the throb of
\nhearts was borne.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor the last great
\ntime the warning sound, solemn and far-off, is heard: "I open to
\nthee the wide eye of solitude to reveal the sheer rapture of my
\nbliss, where it lies in a pure and perfect hush, unmoving in its
\ntrance of ecstasy. resting from the delectable madness of the dance
\nfrom whose rhythms the creative throb of hearts was first born."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thy Sweetness
\nfor Earth and Men <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBreaking the silence
\nwith appeal and cry
A hymn of adoration tireless climbed,
A
\nmusic beat of winged uniting souls,
Then all the woman yearningly
\nreplied:
\u201cThy embrace which rends the living knot of pain,
Thy
\njoy, O Lord, in which all creatures breathe,
Thy magic flowing
\nwaters of deep love,
Thy sweetness give to me for earth and men.\u201d
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA hymn of adoration,
\na harmonious rhythm of soaring, uniting souls, climbs without
\nrespite, breaking the silence with its appeal and cry. Then the whole
\nbeing of the woman 15<\/SUP> replies:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n\u201cGive to me, o
\nLord, thy embrace which cuts across the living knot of pain, thy joy
\nin which all created beings breathe, thy enchanting streaming waters
\nof deep love, give to me thy sweetness for earth and men.\u201d<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n15<\/SUP> not
\nthe heart alone. not the nature alone<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A still Blissful
\nCry <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen after silence a
\nstill blissful cry
Began, such as arose from the Infinite
When
\nthe first whisperings of a strange delight
Imagined in its deep
\nthe joy to seek,
The passion to discover and to touch,
The
\nenamoured laugh which rhymed the chanting worlds:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a silence.
\nAnd then begins a still blissful cry as that which arose from the
\nInfinite when the first vibrations of its Delight stirred wanting to
\nmanifest in order to have the joy of seeking, the passion of
\ndiscovering, and touching another, as blissful as the enchanted laugh
\nwhich rhythms the chanting worlds into existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I have Spoken
\nwith thy Voice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO beautiful body
\nof the incarnate Word,
Thy thoughts are mine, I have spoken with
\nthy voice. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy will is thine,
\nwhat thou hast chosen I choose.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll thou hast asked
\nI give to earth and men.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll shall be written
\nout in destiny\u2019s book
By my trustee of thought and plan and
\nact,
The executor of my will, eternal Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O beautiful
\nbody of the embodied Word creative, thy thoughts arc my thoughts. I
\nhave spoken through thee. My will is thy will, I have chosen thy
\nchoice. I give to earth and men all that thou hast asked for them.
\nAll this shall be entered in the book of Destiny by eternal Time,
\nwhich is the trustee of my thought, plan and act, the executor of my
\nwill.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Not for Thee the
\nExtinction <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut since thou hast
\nrefused my maimless Calm
And turned from my termless peace in
\nwhich is expunged
The visage of Space, and the shape of Time is
\nlost,
And from happy extinction of thy separate self
In my
\nuncompanioned lone eternity,\u2014
For not for thee the nameless
\nworldless Nought,
Annihilation of thy living soul
And the end
\nof thought and hope and life and love
In the blank measureless
\nUnknowable,\u2014 <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But since thou
\nhast refused to enter my flawless Calm, turned away from my boundless
\npeace in which neither Space nor Time exists and from the happy
\ndissolution of thy self in my solitary, single eternity, \u2014 for not
\nfor thee is intended the nameless, worldless, empty Nihil, the
\nextinction of thy living soul, the end of all thought, hope, life and
\nlove in the blank measureless Unknowable. \u2014<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
**My Power of
\nWork<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou hast
\nobeyed my timeless will
I lay my hands upon thy soul of flame,
I
\nlay my hands upon thy heart of love,
I yoke thee to my power of
\nwork in Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou hast
\nobeyed my eternal will, I take hold of thy soul of flame, I take hold
\nof thy heart of love, and I charge thee with my power of work in
\nTime.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Splendid Yoke
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBecause thou hast
\nobeyed my timeless will,
Because thou hast chosen to share
\nearth\u2019s struggle and fate
And leaned in pity over earth-bound
\nmen
And turned aside to help and yearned to save,
I bind by
\nthy heart\u2019s passion thy heart to mine
And lay my splendid yoke
\nupon thy soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Because thou
\nhast obeyed my timeless will, because thou hast elected to share the
\nstruggle and fate of earth, leaned in pity over earth-bound men and
\nturned away from peace and bliss in order to help and save them, I
\ntie thy heart to mine by the passion of thy heart and I lay the
\nmagnificent yoke of my work upon thy soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I will work in
\nThee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow will I do in
\nthee my marvellous works.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI will fasten thy
\nnature with my cords of strength,
Subdue to my delight thy
\nspirit\u2019s limbs
And make thee a vivid knot of all my bliss,
And
\nbuild in thee my proud and crystal home.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Henceforth I
\nwill achieve my marvellous works in thee. I will fasten thy nature
\nwith my strength, over\u00acwhelm thy spirit’s limbs with my delight and
\nturn thee into a living centre of my pervading bliss. I will build in
\nthee my august and lucent home.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thy days my
\nShafts <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy days shall be my
\nshafts of power and light,
Thy nights my starry mysteries of joy
\n
And all my clouds lie tangled in thy hair
And all my
\nspringtides marry in thy mouth.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thy days shall
\nbe the radiations of my power and light, thy nights the star-studded
\nmysteries of my joy, thy hair shall tangle my clouds and thy mouth be
\nthe confluence of the high tides of my spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Raise the
\nEarth-Soul to Light <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Sun-Word, thou
\nshalt raise the earth-soul to Light
And bring down God into the
\nlives of men;
Earth shall be my work-chamber and my house,
My
\ngarden of life to plant a seed divine.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO Word of the Sun
\nof Truth, thou shalt raise the earth-soul to the Light Divine and
\nbring down God into the lives of men on earth. Then shall earth turn
\ninto my field of work, my dwelling, my own garden of life to plant
\nthere a seed of the life divine.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Tabernacle of
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen all thy work in
\nhuman time is done,
The mind of earth shall be a home of light,
\n
The life of earth a tree growing towards heaven,
The body of
\nearth a tabernacle of God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And when thy
\nappointed work in human time is done, the mind of earth shall become
\na home of light, the life of earth a tree naturally growing towards
\nheaven, and the very body of earth a dwelling place of God. God shall
\nmanifest<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My will their
\nMeaning <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwakened from the
\nmortal\u2019s ignorance
Men shall be lit with the Eternal\u2019s ray
\n
And the glory of my sun-lift in their thoughts
And feel in
\ntheir hearts the sweetness of my love
And in their acts my
\nPower\u2019s miraculous drive.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy will shall be the
\nmeaning of their days;
Living for me, by me, in me they shall
\nlive. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Men will be
\nawakened from their sleep in mortal ignorance and lit with the ray of
\nthe Eternal; their thoughts will be radiant with my sunward uplift;
\nthey will feel the sweetness of my love in their hearts; their
\nactions will be miraculously driven by my Power. The sole meaning of
\ntheir days shall be my will: they shall live for me, they shall live
\nby me they shall live in me.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I will Pursue
\nThee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the heart of my
\ncreation\u2019s mystery
I will enact the drama of thy soul,
\n
Inscribe the long romance of Thee and Me.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI will pursue thee
\nacross the century;
Thou shalt be hunted through the world by
\nlove,
Naked of ignorance\u2019 protecting veil
And without
\ncovert from my radiant gods
No shape shall screen thee from my
\ndivine desire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNowhere shalt thou
\nescape my living eyes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I will play
\nthe drama of thy soul in the heart of the mystery of my creation;
\nthere I shall inscribe the sempiternal romance between me, the
\nPurusha, and thee, the Shakti. I will pursue thee across the ages. By
\nlove thou shalt be hunted through the world. Bereft of the protecting
\nmask of ignorance, without any protection from my radiant Powers, no
\nform, no shape will be able to conceal thee from the grip of my
\ndivine desire; nowhere shalt thou he able to escape from my living,
\npenetrating eyes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
In thee my
\nUniverse <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the nudity of thy
\ndiscovered self
In a bare identity with all that is,
Disrobed
\nof thy covering of humanity,
Divested of the dense veil of human
\nthought,
Made one with every mind and body and heart,
Made
\none with all nature and with self and God,
Summing in thy single
\nsoul my mystic world
I will possess in thee my universe,
The
\nuniverse find all I am in thee.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I will sum up
\nmy mystic world in thy single soul and possess my universe in thee in
\nthe bareness of thy discovered self, in thy sheer identity with all
\nthat is. in thee freed of thy human cloak, freed from the thick veil
\nof human thought, made one with every mind and body and heart, made
\none with all nature and self and God. And the universe shall discover
\nin thee all that I am.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thou shalt
\nRespond to me <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou shalt bear all
\nthings that all things may change,
Thou shalt fill all with my
\nsplendour and my bliss,
Thou shalt meet all with my transmuting
\nsoul. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssailed by my
\ninfinitudes above,
And quivering in immensities below,
Pursued
\nby me through my mind\u2019s wall-less vast,
Oceanic with the surges
\nof my life,
A swimmer lost between two leaping seas
By my
\nouter pains and inner sweetnesses
Finding my joy in my opposite
\nmysteries
Thou shalt respond to me from every nerve.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"’Thou shalt
\nendure all things so that all may change: thou shalt till all with my
\nsplendour and my bliss; thou shalt meet all with my soul that
\ntransmutes all at its touch.Pressed by my infinitudes above, shaking
\nin the immensities below, pursued by me through my mind’s open
\nvastitude, becoming oceanic with the mighty surges of my life in
\nthee, overcome by my pains without and my sweetnesses within, like a
\nswimmer lost between two seas leaping over him, finding my joy in my
\nopposing mysteries in the world, thou shalt respond to me with every
\nnerve of thy being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Compelling
\nVision <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA vision shall
\ncompel thy coursing breath,
Thy heart shall drive thee on the
\nwheel of works,
Thy mind shall urge thee through the flames of
\nthought,
To meet me in the abyss and on the heights,
To feel
\nme in the tempest and the calm
And love me in the noble and the
\nvile,
In beautiful things and terrible desire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe pains of hell
\nshall be to thee my kiss,
The flowers of heaven persuade thee
\nwith my touch.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA vision shall
\ncompel thy life-breath to How in its mould; thy heart shall drive
\nthee on the wheel of works in the world: thy mind shall goad thee
\nthrough the flames of thought to meet me in the depths of the abyss
\nand on the heights, to feel me in both the storm and the calm, to
\nlove me in both the noble and the mean, to desire me in things
\nbeautiful and things terrible. Thou shalt feel the pains of hell as
\nmy kiss, thou shalt feel the pleasures of heaven as my persuading
\ntouch.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My masks Bring
\nmy Attraction <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy fiercest masks
\nshall my attractions bring.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMusic shall find
\nthee in the voice of swords,
Beauty pursue thee through the core
\nof flame. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou shalt know me
\nin the rolling of the spheres
And cross me in the atoms of the
\nwhirl. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe wheeling forces
\nof my universe
Shall cry to thee the summons of my name.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"My compelling
\nattractions shall come to thee wearing masks most fierce. Music will
\ngreet thee in the clang of swords, beauty pursue thee through the
\nheart of the flame. Thou shalt discover me in the imperious circlings
\nof the cosmic spheres, meet me in the minute atoms of the whirl. The
\nrevolving and moving forces of my universe shall voice to thee the
\ncall of my name.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thou shalt
\nReflect <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDelight shall drop
\ndown from my nectarous moon,
My fragrance seize thee in the
\njasmine\u2019s snare,
My eye shall look upon thee from the sun.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMirror of Nature\u2019s
\nsecret spirit made,
Thou shalt reflect my hidden heart of joy,
\n
Thou shalt drink down my sweetness unalloyed
In my pure
\nlotus-cup of starry brim.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Delight shall
\nflow down from my nectar-moon, the enchantment of the jasmine shall
\nmy fragrance seize thee, from the sun in the meridian shall my eye
\nlook upon thee. Thou shalt become a mirror of the secret spirit of
\nNature and thus shalt reflect my hidden heart of joy. Thou shalt
\ndrink deep my unmixed sweetness in my pure lotus-cup of star-studded
\nbrim \u2014 the cup of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Harp of my
\nMelodies <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy dreadful hands
\nlaid on thy bosom shall force
Thy being bathed in fiercest
\nlongings\u2019 streams.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou shalt discover
\nthe one and quivering note
And cry, the harp of all my melodies,
\n
And roll, my foaming wave in seas of love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"My hands,
\nfeared and powerful, on thy bosom shall compel thy being to be laved
\nby streams of fiercest desires. As the harp of all my melodies, thou
\nshalt discover the one and vibrating note and cry. As my foaming wave
\nin seas of love, thou shalt heave and roll.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Rapture’s
\nContrary Shape <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven my disasters\u2019
\nclutch shall be to thee
The ordeal of my rapture\u2019s contrary
\nshape:
In pain\u2019s self shall smile on thee my secret face:
Thou
\nshalt bear my ruthless beauty unabridged
Amid the world\u2019s
\nintolerable wrongs,
Trampled by the violent misdeeds of Time
Cry
\nout to the ecstasy of my rapture\u2019s touch.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou shalt see
\neven disaster as a deliberately assumed contrary shape of my rapture.
\nMy secret face shall smile on thee in the core of pain. Amidst all
\nthe intolerable ways of the world my pitiless beauty shall press on
\nthee. Even when trampled by the violent misdeeds of Time, thou shalt
\nfeel the touch of my rapture and cry out to its ecstasy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All Beings my
\nEmissaries <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll beings shall be
\nto thy life my emissaries;
Drawn to me on the bosom of thy
\nfriend,
Compelled to meet me in thy enemy\u2019s eyes,
My
\ncreatures shall demand me from thy heart.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou shalt not
\nshrink from any brother soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou shalt be
\nattracted helplessly to all.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll beings shall be
\nmy messengers to thy life. Depending on whether they see me in thee
\nas thy friend or as thy enemy, my creatures shall be either
\nthemselves attracted to me or compelled to meet me. In every way they
\nshall demand me from thy heart. Thou shalt not draw away from any
\nfellow soul. To all shalt thou be helplessly attracted.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Hands of Joy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMen seeing thee
\nshall feel my hands of joy,
In sorrow\u2019s pangs feel steps of the
\nworld\u2019s delight,
Their life experience its tumultuous shock
In
\nthe mutual craving of two opposites.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"On seeing
\nthee, men shall feel the touch of my hands of joy, and they shall
\nfeel the footsteps of the world’s delight in the pangs of sorrow.
\nTheir life shall experience a convulsive shock in the craving of the
\ntwo opposites, joy and sorrow, for each other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hearts.Arts
\nTouched by Thy Love <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHearts touched by
\nthy love shall answer to my call,
Discover the ancient music of
\nthe spheres
In the revealing accents of thy voice,
And nearer
\ndraw to me because thou art:
Enamoured of thy spirit\u2019s
\nloveliness
They shall embrace my body in thy soul,
Hear in
\nthy life the beauty of my laugh,
Know the thrilled bliss with
\nwhich I made the worlds.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Those whose
\nhearts are touched by thy love shall respond to me; they shall
\ndiscover the sepiternal music of the spheres in the revealing notes
\nof thy voice; they shall draw nearer to me because of the fact that
\nthou art. Captivated by the loveliness of thy spirit, they shall
\ntruly embrace my body in thy soul, hear in thy life the beauty of my
\nlaugh, come to know the vibrant bliss with which I created the
\nworlds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Will your
\nDelight from Thee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll that thou hast,
\nshall be for other\u2019s bliss,
All that thou art, shall to my
\nhands belong. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI will pour delight
\nfrom thee as from a jar,
I will whirl thee as my chariot through
\nthe ways,
I will use thee as my sword and as my lyre,
I will
\nplay on thee my minstrelsies of thought.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All that thou
\nhalt shall serve for the bliss of others. All that thou art shall
\nbelong to my hands. I will pour out delight from thee as from a jar;
\nI will whirl thee as my chariot through the pathways of the universe;
\nI will use thee both as my sword and as my lyre: I will play on thee
\nmy songs of thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAnd when thou art
\nvibrant with all ecstasy,
And when thou livst one spirit with all
\nthings,
Then will I spare thee not my living fires,
But make
\nthee a channel for my timeless force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"And when thou
\nart charged with utter ecstasy, when thou becomest one in spirit with
\nall things, then will I heap unsparingly my living fires on thee; I
\nwill make thee a channel for my timeless force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Hidden
\nPresence led Thee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy hidden presence
\nled thee unknowing on
From thy beginning in earth\u2019s voiceless
\nbosom
Through life and pain and time and will and death,
Through
\nouter shocks and inner silences
Along the mystic roads of Space
\nand Time
To the experience which all Nature hides.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is my hidden
\npresence that has led the on. without thy knowing it, from thy very
\nbeginning in the mute bosom of the earth through all the
\ncircumstances of life, pain, time, will and death, through all the
\nouter shocks of nature and the inner silences of the soul, along the
\nmystic road of Space and Time, to the experience which all Nature
\nhides.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
For ever Love <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWho hunts and seizes
\nme, my captive grows:
This shalt thou henceforth learn from thy
\nheart-beats. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor ever love, O
\nbeautiful slave of God!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO lasso of my
\nrapture\u2019s widening noose,
Become my cord of universal love.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Whoever
\npursues me and seizes me becomes my prisoner. This thou shalt learn
\nhenceforth from thy heart-beats. Love and love for ever, o thou
\nbeautiful slave of God! O lasso of the widening noose of my rapture,
\nbecome thou my binding cord of universal love in the creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Delight of
\nOneness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe spirit ensnared
\nby thee force to delight
Of creation\u2019s oneness sweet and
\nfathomless,
Compelled to embrace my myriad unities
And all my
\nendless forms and divine souls.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nForce the spirit
\nheld captive by thee to joy in the sweet fathomless oneness of
\ncreation; compel it to embrace my countless unities, my endless forms
\nand divine souls.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Built is the
\nGolden Tower <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Mind, grow full of
\nthe eternal peace;
O Word, cry out the immortal litany:
Built
\nis the golden tower, the flame-child born.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Mind, grow thou
\nfull of peace eternal. O Word, chant aloud the immortal hymn of the
\nSpirit. The golden tower of Truth is built, the luminous child of the
\nnew creation is born.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Descend to Life <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cDescend to life
\nwith him thy heart desires.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Satyavan, O
\nluminous Savitri,
I sent you forth of old beneath the stars,
A
\ndual power of God in an ignorant world,
In a hedged creation shut
\nfrom limitless self,
Bringing down God to the insentient glow,
\n
Lifting earth-beings to immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Descend thou
\nto life with him whom thy heart desires. Far back in time, O
\nSatyavan, O luminous Savitri, I sent you forth beneath the stars \u2014
\nboth of you a dual 16<\/SUP> power of God in an ignorant world,
\nin a bounded creation shut off from the boundless self \u2014 bringing
\ndown God to the insentient globe, lifting earth-beings to the
\nimmortality of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n16<\/SUP>Purusha
\nand Shakti<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
You are my Force
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the world of my
\nknowledge and my ignorance
Where God is unseen and only is heard
\na Name
And knowledge is trapped in the boundaries of mind
And
\nlife is hauled in the drag-net of desire
And Matter hides the
\nsoul from its own sight,
You are my Force at work to uplift
\nearth\u2019s fate,
My self that moves up the immense incline
\n
Between the extremes of the spirit\u2019s night and day.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the world where
\nmy knowledge and my ignorance co-exist, where God is not seen but is
\nonly heard of as Name, where knowledge is cabined in the narrow
\nboundaries of mind, where life is a slave of desire and where Matter
\ncovers and conceals the soul from its own sight, you both are my
\nForce at work to uplift the earth’s fate, you are my own self that
\nascends the immense range extending between the two ends of the
\nSpirit’s night and day, obscurity and light, Ignorance and Knowledge,
\nInconscience and Superconscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
He is my Soul <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is my soul that
\nclimbs from nescient Night
Through life and mind and
\nsupernature\u2019s Vast
To the supernal light of Timelessness
And
\nmy eternity hid in moving Time
And my boundlessness cut by the
\ncurve of Space. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Satyavan is my
\nsoul that climbs from the Night of nescience through the intermediate
\nstages of life and mind and the Vast of Supernature to the God-light
\nof Timelessness, to my Eternity that lies hidden in the movement of
\nTime, and to my infinity which is segmented by the curve of Space.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She Climbs to
\nGreatness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt climbs to the
\ngreatness it has left behind
And to the beauty and joy from which
\nit fell,
To the closeness and sweetness of all things divine,
To
\nlight without bounds and life illimitable,
Taste of the depths of
\nthe Ineffable\u2019s bliss,
Touch of the immortal and the infinite.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The soul
\nclimbs hack to the glory it had left behind when it set out on its
\njourney, to the beauty and joy from which it fell in its descending
\nplunge. to the intimacy and sweetness of all divine things, to
\nunrestricted light and unbounded life, to the taste of the bliss of
\nthe profounds of the Ineffable, to the touch of the immortal and the
\ninfinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fie is the
\nGrowing Godhead <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is my soul that
\ngropes out of the beast
To reach humanity\u2019s heights of lucent
\nthought,
And the vicinity of Truth\u2019s sublime.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is the godhead
\ngrowing in human lives
And in the body of earth-being\u2019s forms,
\n
He is the soul of man climbing to God
In Nature\u2019s surge out
\nof earth\u2019s ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"He is my soul
\nthat feels his way out of the lair of the beast to reach man’s
\nheights of bright thought and draws near the sublimity of Truth, He
\nis the god-head that is growing in human lives and in all the forms
\nof the earth-being, he is the soul of man ascending to God in the
\nexpanding thrust of Nature out of earth’s ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Spirit’s
\nPower <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Savitri, thou art
\nmy spirit\u2019s Power,
The revealing voice of my immortal Word,
\n
The face of Truth upon the roads of Time
Pointing to the
\nsouls of men the routes to God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Savitri,
\nthou art the Power of my spirit, the expressive voice of my immortal
\nWord, the face of Truth in its manifestation in Time, showing to the
\nsouls of men the paths to God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
While the Dim
\nLight Falls <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhile the dim light
\nfrom the veiled Spirit\u2019s peak
Falls upon Matter\u2019s stark
\ninconscient sleep
As if a pale moonbeam on a dense glade,
And
\nMind in a half-light moves amid half-truths
And the human heart
\nknows only human love
And life is a stumbling and imperfect force
\n
And the body counts out its precarious days,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"While the
\nfaint light from the veiled peak of the Spirit falls upon the
\nunrelieved inconscient sleep of Matter, like a pale moon-beam on a
\nthick glade in the forest, and Mind half-lit moves amid half-truths,
\nand the human heart knows nothing more than the pseudo-love of the
\nhumans, and life is only a stumbling and imperfect force, and the
\nphysical body awaits its disintegration.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Show my Glory <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYou shall be born
\ninto man\u2019s dubious hours
In forms that hide the soul\u2019s
\ndivinity
And show through veils of the earth\u2019s doubting air
My
\nglory breaking as through clouds a sun,
Or burning like a rare
\nand inward fire,
And with my nameless influence fill men\u2019s
\nlives. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"you both shall
\nbe born in human time in forms that conceal the divinity of the soul
\nand through all the veils of the earth’s sceptical air reveal my
\nglory, breaking through the clouds like a sun, or flaming like a rare
\nand inward fire. fill men’s lives with my impersonal influence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hidden Face
\nshall be Revealed <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet shall they look
\nup as to peaks of God
And feel God like a circumambient air
And
\nrest on God as on a motionless base.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet shall there glow
\non mind like a horned moon
The spirit\u2019s crescent splendour in
\npale skies
And light man\u2019s life upon his Godward road.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut more there is
\nconcealed in God\u2019s Beyond
That shall one day reveal its hidden
\nface. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For yet shall
\nmen look up to the summits of God, feel God around them like an
\nenfolding air, and rest on God as on an unshakable base. Also the
\nemerging splendour of the spirit shall grow on the mind like a waxing
\nmoon and light up man’s life upon his road to God.But that is not
\nall. Much more is veiled in God’s Beyond and that too shall reveal
\nitself one day in the future.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNow mind is all and
\nits uncertain ray,
Mind is the leader of the body and life,
Mind
\nthe thought-driven chariot of the soul
Carrying the luminous
\nwanderer in the night
To vistas of a far uncertain dawn,
To
\nthe end of the Spirit\u2019s fathomless desire,
To its dream of
\nabsolute truth and utter bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"At present the
\nmind is everything, its uncertain ray of light is all. But in truth
\nthe mind is only a vehicle of the soul; it is a thought-driven
\nchariot carrying the luminous voyager \u2014 the soul – through the
\nnight of ignorance to the horizons of a distant, vague dawn, to the
\nend of the fathomless urge of the Spirit, to its dream-objective of
\nabsolute truth and sheer bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind is not all <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are greater
\ndestinies mind cannot surmise
Fixed on the summit of the evolving
\nPath
The Traveller now treads in the Ignorance,
Unaware of
\nhis next step, not knowing his goal.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMind is not all his
\ntireless climb can reach,
There is a fire on the apex of the
\nworlds,
There is a house of the Eternal\u2019s Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is an infinite
\ntruth, an absolute power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But there are
\ngreater destinies open to men which the mind cannot guess. They are
\nfixed on the summit of the evolving Path which the traveller-soul now
\nwalks in Ignorance, not knowing his next step, not knowing his goal.
\nThe mind is not the last summit that this traveller can scale in his
\ntireless climb; on the apex of the worlds where he has to arrive
\nthere is a lire burning, an abode of the Eternals Light, an infinite
\ntruth, an absolute power \u2014 these he must attain.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit shall
\nCast off its Mask <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe spirit\u2019s
\nmightiness shall cast off its mask;
Its greatness shall be felt
\nshaping the world\u2019s course.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt shall be seen in
\nits own veilless beams,
A star rising from the Inconscient\u2019s
\nnight,
A sun climbing to Supernature\u2019s peak.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The might of
\nthe Spirit shall throw away its mask; its glory shall be experienced
\ngoverning and forming the course of the world. It shall be seen in
\nits unrestricted beams, a veritable star rising from the night of the
\nInconscience, a sun climbing the lower skies of Nature to the peak of
\nSupernature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Adventurers into
\nMightier Day <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbandoning the
\ndubious Middle Way
A few shall glimpse the miraculous Origin
And
\nsome shall feel in you the secret Force
And they shall turn to
\nmeet a nameless tread,
Adventurers into a mightier Day.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA few, however,
\ngiving up the doubtful way between the lnconscience and the
\nSuperconscience, shall glimpse the supernatural Source of all and
\nsome of them shall feel in you the presence of the secret Force of
\nSupernature; they shall turn to find a step that cannot be
\nidentified, a presence that is nameless; they shall be the
\nadventurers into a greater, mightier realm of Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth, Right and
\nVast <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscending out of the
\nlimiting breadths of mind,
They shall discover the world\u2019s huge
\ndesign
And step into the Truth, the Right, the Vast.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Climbing out
\nof the wide and yet limiting regions of the mind, they shall discover
\nthe huge design of the world and enter into the Gnostic realm, the
\nTruth, the Right, the Vast, Satyam, Ritam. Brihat.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reveal the
\nUnrevealed <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYou shall reveal to
\nthem the hidden eternities,
The breath of infinitudes not yet
\nrevealed,
Some rapture of the bliss that made the world,
Some
\nrush of the force of God\u2019s omnipotence,
Some beam of the
\nomniscient Mystery.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"You shall
\nreveal to them the eternities that are nom, hidden from them, the air
\nof unrevealed infinitudes, something of the rapture of the bliss that
\ncreated the world, something of the force of the omnipresence of God,
\nsome ray of the omniscient Mystery that baffles them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hour of the
\nDivine <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut when the hour of
\nthe Divine draws near,
The Mighty Mother shall take birth in Time
\n
And God be born into the human clay
In forms made ready by
\nyour human lives.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall the Truth
\nsupreme be given to men.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But, when the
\nmoment of the Divine Manifestation draws close, the mighty Mother of
\ncreation shall take birth in the world of Time and God shall be born
\ninto human clay in forms made ready by your human embodiments.Then
\nshall the supreme truth be given to man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Being beyond
\nMind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a being
\nbeyond the being of mind,
An Immeasurable cast into many forms,
\n
A miracle of the multitudinous One.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a
\nconsciousness mind cannot touch,
Its speech cannot utter nor its
\nthought reveal.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt has no home on
\nearth, no centre in man,
Yet is the source of all things thought
\nand done,
The fount of the creation and its works.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The mind is
\nnot all. Beyond the being of mind there is another being, an
\nimmeasurable Reality cast into many forms, a splendid miracle of the
\nOne in its multitudinous aspect. There is above, a consciousness that
\nmind cannot touch, speech cannot express, thought cannot reveal. It
\nhas yet no dwelling place, no station on earth, no centre in the
\nbeing of man. And yet it is the true source of all things that arc
\nthought and done on earth; it is the real fount of creation, the
\nsource of all its works.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Origin of all
\nTruth here <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is the originer
\nof all truth here,
The sun-orb of mind\u2019s fragmentary rays,
\n
Infinity\u2019s heaven that spills the rain of God,
The Immense
\nthat calls to man to expand the Spirit
The wide Aim that
\njustifies his narrow attempts,
A channel for the little he tastes
\nof bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This
\nconsciousness is the originating cause of all truth on earth; it is
\nthe full sun of which the mind radiates only fragmentary rays; it is
\nInfinity’s heaven from which rains the bounty of God; it is the wide
\nGoal that justifies all the faltering and narrow attempts of man: it
\nis the channel for the little Bliss that man is given to taste.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nSome shall be made
\nthe glory\u2019s receptacles
And vehicles of the Eternal\u2019s
\nluminous power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese are the high
\nforerunners, the heads of Time,
The great deliverers of
\nearth-bound mind,
The high transfigurers of human clay,
The
\nfirst-born of a new supernal race.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Some shall be
\nmade the receptacles of the glory, vehicles of the luminous power of
\nthe Eternal. These elder ones are the high forerunners at the head of
\ngal-lopping Time, the great liberators of the earth-bound mind, the
\npowerful transmuters of the human clay, the first-born of a new
\ncelestial race.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Superman shall
\nWake <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe incarnate dual
\nPower shall open God\u2019s door,
Eternal supermind touch earthly
\nTime. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe superman shall
\nwake in mortal man
And manifest the hidden demi-god
Or grow
\ninto the God-Light and God-Force
Revealing the secret deity in
\nthe cave. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The incarnate
\ndual Power (Savitri-Satyavan) shall open God’s door, and the eternal
\nsupermind shall directly touch the earthly time. Then shall the
\ndormant superman wake in mortal man and reveal the demi-god hidden in
\nman; or the awakened superman shall grow into God-Light and
\nGod-Force, revealing in the proems the deity secretly dwelling in the
\ncavern of his being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth shalt be
\nTouched by Supreme <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall the earth
\nbe touched by the Supreme,
His bright unveiled Transcendence
\nshall illumine
The mind and heart, and force the life and act
To
\ninterpret his inexpressible mystery
In a heavenly alphabet of
\nDivinity\u2019s signs.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall the earth
\nbe touched by the Supreme; his luminous, direct transcendental
\nRadiance shall light up the mind and heart of man; it shall force the
\nvital and the physical acts of man to expound the ineffable mystery
\nof the Supreme in a celestial language of Divinity’s signs.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Cosmic Spirit
\nshall Enring <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis living cosmic
\nspirit shall enring,
Annulling the decree of death and pain,
\n
Erasing the formulas of the Ignorance,
With the deep meaning
\nof beauty and life\u2019s hid sense,
The being ready for
\nimmortality, <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe living cosmic
\nspirit of the Supreme shall cancel the ages-old law of death and
\npain, wipe out the prevailing laws of Ignorance and enfold the being
\nthat is ready for immortality with the profound meaning of beauty and
\nthe hidden significance of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bring back Bliss
\nto Nature <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis regard crossing
\ninfinity\u2019s mystic waves
Bring back to Nature her early joy to
\nlive,
The metred heart-beats of a lost delight,
The cry of a
\nforgotten ecstasy,
The dance of the first world-creating Bliss.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe regard of the
\nSupreme across the mystic waves of infinity shall restore to Nature
\nher first joy of life, her rhythmic heart-beats of a delight which
\nshe has last, the cry of an ecstasy that has been forgotten, the
\nebullient dance of the primal Bliss that created the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
On his
\nLotus-Throne <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Immanent shall
\nbe the witness God
Watching on his many-petalled lotus-throne,
\n
His actionless being and his silent might
Ruling earth-nature
\nby eternity\u2019s law,
A thinker waking the Inconscient\u2019s world,
\n
An immobile centre of many infinitudes
In his
\nthousand-pillared temple by Time\u2019s sea.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The Immanent
\nGod shall be the Witness watching, from his many-branching sovereign
\nseat, his static being and silent might ruling earth-nature by the
\nlaws of the Eternal, himself a thinker awakening the world of the
\nInconscient, an unmoving centre of many infinitudes in his
\nmultitudinous temple-creation on the shores of the sea of Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Manifest of
\nthe Imperishable <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall the
\nembodied being live as one
Who is a thought, a will of the
\nDivine,
A mask or robe of his divinity,
An instrument and
\npartner of his Force,
A point or line drawn in the infinite,
A
\nmanifest of the Imperishable.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen shall it be
\npossible for man, the embodied being, to live as a thought of the
\nDivine, as a will of the Divine, as a mask or a robe of his Divinity,
\nas an instrument and partner of the Divine Force, as a centre or a
\nline of manifestation drawn in the Infinite, a concrete manifestation
\nof the Imperishable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A Mightier Race
\nshall Inhabit <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe supermind shall
\nbe his nature\u2019s fount,
The Eternal\u2019s truth shall mould his
\nthoughts and acts,
The Eternal\u2019s truth shall be his light and
\nguide. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll then shall
\nchange, a magic order come
Overtopping this mechanical universe.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA mightier race
\nshall inhabit the mortal\u2019s world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"’The supermind
\nshall be the source of his nature; the Eternal’s truth shall shape
\nhis thoughts and acts, it shall be his light and guide.Then shall all
\nchange. Then shall a new magic order overcome this mechanical
\nuniverse. A race mightier than the mortal shall inhabit this world of
\nmortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Superman King of
\nLife <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn Nature\u2019s
\nluminous tops, on the Spirit\u2019s ground,
The superman shall reign
\nas king of life,
Make earth almost the mate and peer of heaven
\n
And lead towards God and truth man\u2019s ignorant heart
And
\nlift towards godhead his mortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe superman shall
\nrule as the monarch of life on the luminous summits of Nature, on the
\nsacred grounds of the Spirit; he shall turn earth almost into the
\ncompanion and equal of heaven, lead the ignorant heart of man towards
\nGod and truth, and uplift his mortality towards godhead.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Life a Released
\nPower <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA power released
\nfrom circumscribing bounds,
Its height pushed up beyond death\u2019s
\nhungry reach,
Life\u2019s tops shall flame with the Immortal\u2019s
\nthoughts,
Light shall invade the darkness of its base.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Life shall be
\na power freed from its constrictive limits, its heights shall be
\nlifted beyond the reach of hungry death the Immortal’s thoughts shall
\nset aflame the summits of life and Light shall invade the darkness of
\nits base.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Body shall
\nRemember God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen in the process
\nof evolving Time
All shall be drawn into a single plan,
A
\ndivine harmony shall be earth\u2019s law,
Beauty and Joy remould her
\nway to live:
Even the body shall remember God,
Nature shall
\ndraw back from mortality
And Spirit\u2019s fires shall guide the
\nearth\u2019s blind force;
Knowledge shall bring into the aspirant
\nThought
A high proximity to Truth and God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen in the process
\nof the evolution of Time all shall be drawn into a single plan. A
\ndivine harmony shall become the law of the earth; Beauty and Joy
\nshall recast her way of life. Even the physical body shall remember
\nGod dwelling in it; Nature shall withdraw from the hold of mortality,
\nthe luminous fires of the Spirit shall guide the blind force of the
\nearth; Knowledge shall bring to aspiring Thought a high nearness to
\nTruth and God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Supermind shall
\nClaim <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe supermind shall
\nclaim the world for Light
And thrill with love of God the
\nenamoured heart
And place Light\u2019s crown on Nature\u2019s lifted
\nhead
And found Light\u2019s reign on her unshaking base.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe supermind shall
\ntill the world with Light and thrill the captivated heart of Nature
\nwith love of God; it shall place the crown of Light on the upraised
\nhead of Nature and establish the reign of Light on her firm,
\nunshaking base.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Kindle the
\nImmortal’s Fire <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA greater truth than
\nearth\u2019s shall roof-in earth
And shed its sunlight on the roads
\nof mind;
A power infallible shall lead the thought,
A seeing
\nPuissance govern life and act,
In earthly hearts kindle the
\nImmortal\u2019s fire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA truth greater than
\nthe regnant truth of earth shall cover the earth and shed its bright
\nsunlight on the roads of the mind; an unerring power shall lead the
\nthought; a conscious Puissance shall govern life and action and the
\nImmortal’s fire shall be kindled in earthly hearts.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Body Instrument
\nof Intuition <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA soul shall wake in
\nthe Inconscient\u2019s house;
The mind shall be God-vision\u2019s
\ntabernacle,
The body intuition\u2019s instrument,
And life a
\nchannel for God\u2019s visible power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In the very
\nhome of the Inconscient a soul shall awake; the mind shall be the
\nliving abode of God-vision, the body an unsullied instrument of
\nintuition and life a ready channel for the manifest power of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth Manifest
\nHome of the Spirt- <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll earth shall be
\nthe Spirit\u2019s manifest home,
Hidden no more by the body and the
\nlife,
Hidden no more by the mind\u2019s ignorance;
An unerring
\nHand shall shape event and act.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Spirit\u2019s eyes
\nshall look through Nature\u2019s eyes,
The Spirit\u2019s force shall
\noccupy Nature\u2019s force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All earth
\nshall become the open home of the Spirit, no longer veiled by the
\nbody and the life, no longer hidden by the mind’s ignorance the
\ninfallible Hand of God shall mould each event and act.The Spirit’s
\neves shall look through the eyes of Nature; they shall become one.
\nThe Spirit’s force shall occupy the forces of Nature; they shall fuse
\ninto each other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth a Camp of
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis world shall be
\nGod\u2019s visible garden-house,
The earth shall be a field and camp
\nof God,
Man shall forget consent to mortality
And his
\nembodied frail impermanence.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This world
\nshall he God’s manifest garden-house, the earth shall be a field and
\nbivouac of God; man shall no longer accept death, no longer embody a
\nweak transience in himself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Occult Sense of
\nthe Universe <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis universe shall
\nunseal its occult sense,
Creation\u2019s process change its antique
\nfront,
An ignorant evolution\u2019s hierarchy
Release the Wisdom
\nchained below its base.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The universe
\nshall reveal its hidden meaning, creation’s process shall change its
\nage-old appearance, and the hierarchy of this evolution in ignorance
\nshall release the Wisdom imprisoned underneath its base i.e. in the
\nInconscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit Master of
\nhis World <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Spirit shall be
\nthe master of his world
Lurking no more in form\u2019s obscurity
\n
And Nature shall reverse her action\u2019s rule,
The outward
\nworld disclose the Truth it veils;
All things shall manifest the
\ncovert God,
All shall reveal the Spirit\u2019s light and might
And
\nmove to its destiny of felicity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The Spirit
\nshall no more stay hidden in the obscurity of form, it shall be the
\nundisputed sovereign of his world Nature shall reverse the process of
\nher action, the external world shall reveal the Truth it conceals.
\nAll things shall bring into open their hidden Godhead. All shall
\nreveal the light and might of the Spirit embodied in it and move to
\nits destined goal of felicity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Secret Truth
\nshall Prevail <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven should a
\nhostile force cling to its reign
And claim its right\u2019s
\nperpetual sovereignty
And man refuse his high spiritual fate,
\n
Yet shall the secret Truth in things prevail.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor in the march of
\nall-fulfilling Time
The hour must come of the Transcendent\u2019s
\nwill: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cEven if an
\nadverse force were to insist on continuing to rule and claim
\npermanence for its right to reign, and man were to refuse his high
\nspiritual destiny, still, the secret Truth in things would prevail
\nover all resistance and denial. For in the unrolling of the
\nall-achieving Time, the hour of fulfilment of the Will of the
\nTranscendent Supreme must come.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
End of Death <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll turns and winds
\ntowards his predestined ends
In Nature\u2019s fixed inevitable
\ncourse
Decreed since the beginning of the worlds
In the deep
\nessence of created things:
Even there shall come as a high crown
\nof all
The end of Death, the death of Ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All turns and
\nmoves towards the ends pre-cast by the Supreme Transcendent in the
\nfixed inevitable course of Nature, sanctioned and decreed from the
\nvery beginning of the worlds in the core of created things. As the
\nhigh crown of it all, there shall even come the end of Death, the
\ndeath of Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man must Aspire <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut first high Truth
\nmust set her feet on earth
And man aspire to the Eternal\u2019s
\nlight
And all his members feel the Spirit\u2019s touch
And all
\nhis life obey an inner Force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis too shall be;
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But before
\nthat the high Truth must first descend on earth, man must aspire for
\nthe light of the Eternal, all his parts feel and respond to the touch
\nof the Spirit and all his life-movements obey the inner Force of the
\nSpirit. And this too shall come to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
New Life shall
\nCome <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 for a new life
\nshall come,
A body of the Superconscient\u2019s truth,
A native
\nfield of Supernature\u2019s mights:
It shall make earth\u2019s nescient
\nground Truth\u2019s colony,
Make even the Ignorance a transparent
\nrobe
Through which shall shine the brilliant limbs of Truth
And
\nTruth shall be a sun on Nature\u2019s head
And Truth shall be the
\nguide of Nature\u2019s steps
And Truth shall gaze out of her nether
\ndeeps. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For a new life
\nshall come into being; it shall embody the Superconscient’s truth and
\nshall he a native field for the play of Supernature’s mights. It
\nshall convert the nescient base of earth into a colony of Truth, make
\neven the Ignorance a transparent robe through which the radiant limbs
\nof Truth shall shine. And Truth shall radiate sun-like from the crown
\nof Nature. Truth shall guide the steps of Nature, Truth shall look
\nout from the obscure nether depths of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Superman as
\nNatures King <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen superman is
\nborn as Nature\u2019s king
His presence shall transfigure Matter\u2019s
\nworld:
He shall light up Truth\u2019s fire in Nature\u2019s night,
He
\nshall lay upon the earth Truth\u2019s greater law;
Man too shall
\nturn towards the Spirit\u2019s call.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"When the
\nsuperman is born as the king of Nature, his presence on earth shall
\ntransform the world of Matter. He shall kindle Truth’s fire in
\nNature’s night, he shall impose upon earth the greater law of Truth
\n(in the place of the prevailing law of Ignorance). And as a result,
\nman also shall turn and respond to the call of the Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man shall Aspire
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwake to his hidden
\npossibility,
Awake to all that slept within his heart
And all
\nthat Nature meant when earth was formed
And the Spirit made this
\nignorant world his home,
He shall aspire to Truth and God and
\nBliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Man shall
\nawake to the possibility lying hidden in himself, to all that has
\nbeen dormant in his heart, to all the intention in Nature when the
\nearth was first formed and to the purpose for which the Spirit chose
\nto make this ignorant world his home. And he shall aspire to realize
\nand manifest the Truth latent in himself, God intended by Nature to
\nbe delivered from her, Bliss for the revelation of which the Spirit
\nmade his home in this world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Higher kind
\nshall lift up Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInterpreter of a
\ndiviner law
And instrument of a supreme design
The higher
\nkind shall lean to lift up man.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan shall desire to
\nclimb to his own heights.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe truth above
\nshall wake a nether truth;
Even the dumb earth become a sentient
\nforce. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The higher
\nbeings, rendering a higher, diviner law into life, instruments of the
\nsupreme design of the creative Divine, shall uplift man. Man shall
\nwant to climb to his own unsealed heights. The truth that is above
\nthis lower hemisphere shall awaken the truth that is embedded below.
\nEven the dumb, inconscient earth shall become a conscious force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Matter shall
\nReveal Smurs Face <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Spirit\u2019s tops
\nand Nature\u2019s base shall draw
Near to the secret of their
\nseparate truth
And know each other as one deity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Spirit shall
\nlook out through Matter\u2019s gaze
And Matter shall reveal the
\nSpirit\u2019s face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen man and
\nsuperman shall be at one
And all the earth become a single life.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The summits of
\nthe Spirit and the base of Nature shall come close to the common
\nsecret of their respective truths and know each other as but one
\ndivine manifestation. The Spirit shall look out through the eyes of
\nMatter and Matter shall reveal the face of the Spirit. Then shall man
\nand superman become one and all on earth become one single Life.
\nThere will be no division, no separation of one from another, any
\nlonger.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Humanty awake to
\nDeepest Self <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven the multitude
\nshall hear the Voice
And turn to commune with the Spirit within
\n
And strive to obey the high spiritual law:
This earth shall
\nstir with impulses sublime,
Humanity awake to deepest self,
\n
Nature the hidden godhead recognise.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven the many shall
\nsome answer make
And bear the splendour of the Divine\u2019s rush
\n
And his impetuous knock at unseen doors.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven the common
\nmultitude \u2014 not the few awakened ones alone \u2014 shun hear the Voice
\nof God and turn inwards to commune with the living Spirit within and
\nstrive to obey in their lives the higher spiritual law. This earth
\nshall be moved with sublimer impulses, humanity shall awake to its
\ndeepest self, and Nature shall come to recognise the godhead hidden
\nin herself. Even the multitude shall respond in some way and bear the
\nsplendour of the Divine’s invasion and his loud. impatient knock on
\nthe subtler doors of the being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heavenlier
\nPassion shall Upheave <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA heavenlier passion
\nshall upheave men\u2019s lives,
Their mind shall share in the
\nineffable gleam,
Their heart shall feel the ecstasy and the fire,
\n
Earth\u2019s bodies shall be conscious of a soul;
Mortality\u2019s
\nbond-slaves shall unloose their bonds,
Mere men into spiritual
\nbeings grow
And see awake the dumb divinity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"A heavenlier
\npas ion shall hear men’s lives upwards; their mind shall partake of
\nthe gleam of the ineffable; their heart shall feel the high ecstasy
\nand the lire: the bodies on earth shall become conscious of an
\nindwelling soul : the slaves of mortality shall unfetter their bonds
\n; those who are mere men now shall grow into spiritual beings and
\nbehold the dormant divinity awake.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Little Lower
\nthan Gods <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIntuitive beams
\nshall touch the nature\u2019s peaks,
A revelation stir the nature\u2019s
\ndepths:
The Truth shall be the leader of their lives,
Truth
\nshall dictate their thought and speech and act,
They shall feel
\nthemselves lifted nearer to the sky,
As if a little lower than
\nthe gods. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Intuition
\nshall play on the heights of nature: a new revelation shall set astir
\nthe depths of nature; the one Truth shall lead men’s lives; Truth
\nshall govern their thought, speech and act; Men shall feel themselves
\nlifted up nearer to the sky, as though they were but a little lower
\nthan the gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Knowledge shall
\nPour <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor knowledge shall
\npour down its radiant streams
And even darkened mind quiver with
\nnew life
And kindle and burn with the Ideal\u2019s fire
And turn
\nto escape from mortal ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For knowledge
\nshall flood with its radiant streams and even the darkened, obscure
\nmind shall vibrate with a new life, burn with the lire of the Ideal
\nand turn to free itself from the hold of mortal ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ignorance shall
\nRecede <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe frontiers of the
\nIgnorance shall recede,
More and more souls shall enter into
\nlight,
Minds lit, inspired, the occult summoner hear
And
\nlives blaze with a sudden inner flame
And hearts grow enamoured
\nof divine delight
And human wills tune to the divine will,
These
\nseparate selves the Spirit\u2019s oneness feel,
These senses of
\nheavenly sense grow capable,
The flesh and nerves of a strange
\nethereal joy
And mortal bodies of immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The present
\nborders of ignorance shall retreat and more and more souls shall
\nenter into light ; lit and inspired by the light, minds shall hear
\nthe call of the occult, divine summoner, lives shall blaze with a
\nsudden inner toilette of lire, hearts shall he charmed with divine
\n(not human) delight, human wills shall tune themselves to the divine
\nwill. These selves \u2014 now separate from each other \u2014 shall come to
\nfeel their oneness in the Spirit; the earthly senses shall grow
\ncapable of experi\u00acencing heavenly sensation, the flesh and nerves
\nshall learn to feel a new ethereal joy, the mortal bodies shall find
\nit possible to assume immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Divine Force
\nshall Flow <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA divine force shall
\nflow through tissue and cell
And take the charge of breath and
\nspeech and act
And all the thoughts shall be a glow of suns
And
\nevery feeling a celestial thrill.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA divine force shall
\ncourse through every tissue and cell and govern the breath, speech
\nand act; all the thoughts shall be luminous with the radiance of
\nknowledge and every feeling shall throb with a celestial thrill.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Luminous Inner
\nDawn <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOften a lustrous
\ninner dawn shall come
Lighting the chambers of the slumbering
\nmind;
A sudden bliss shall run through every limb
And Nature
\nwith a mightier Presence fill.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"A luminous
\ninner dawn shall come often, lighting up the chambers of the sleeping
\nmind; a sudden bliss shall flow through every limb and Nature shall
\nhe filed with a mightier Presence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earthly Life
\nBecome the Life Divine <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus shall the earth
\nopen to divinity
And common natures feel the wide uplift,
\n
Illumine common acts with the Spirit\u2019s ray
And meet the
\ndeity in common things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature shall live to
\nmanifest secret God,
The Spirit shall take up the human play,
\n
This earthly life become the life divine.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thus shall the
\nearth open to divine Nature and common natures begin to feel the
\nall-embracing. to illumine common acts with the ray of the Spirit and
\nto meet the divine being in common things. Then shall Nature live to
\nmanifest the Godhead hidden in her, the Spirit take charge of the
\nhuman play and this earthly life become the life divine."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savitri\u2019s Soul
\nSinks like a Star <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe measure of that
\nsubtle music ceased.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDown with a hurried
\nswimming floating lapse
Through unseen worlds and bottomless
\nspaces forced
Sank like a star the soul of Savitri.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmidst a laughter of
\nunearthly lyres
She heard around her nameless voices cry
\n
Triumphing, an innumerable sound.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA choir of laughing
\nwinds to meet her came.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe rhythm of that
\nsubtle music ceases. Like a star, the soul of Savitri sinks down
\nhurriedly in a forced plunge through unseen worlds and bottomless
\nspaces. There is a laughter, as it were, of unearthly lyres and
\namidst it she hears around her a triumphal cry of nameless voices, a
\nmultitudinous sound. A choir of happy, laughing winds comes to meet
\nher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pursued by a
\nFace of Youth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe bore the burden
\nof infinity
And felt the stir of all ethereal space.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPursuing her in her
\nfall, implacably sweet,
A face was over her which seemed a
\nyouth\u2019s,
Symbol of all the beauty eyes see not,
Crowned as
\nwith peacock plumes of gorgeous hue
Framing a sapphire, whose
\nheart-disturbing smile
Insatiably attracted to delight,
\n
Voluptuous to the embraces of her soul.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri bears the
\npressure of infinity and feels the stir of the ethereal space around
\nher. As she falls, she is pursued by a young, beautiful face \u2014 a
\nsymbol of all the beauty that is not perceived by the eye \u2014 the
\nPURUSHA It is crowned as though with peacock feathers of magnificent
\nhue with an inset of sapphire; its smile is heart-disturbing in its
\ninsatiable attraction to delight; it passions in the embrace of her
\nsoul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Woman’s Face <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nChanged in its
\nshape, yet rapturously the same,
It grew a woman\u2019s dark and
\nbeautiful
Like a mooned night with drifting star-gemmed clouds,
\n
A shadowy glory and a stormy depth,
Turbulent in will and
\nterrible in love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe face gradually
\nchanges its form \u2014 though the rapture of it continues and it grows
\ninto the face of a woman. \u2014 Nature, \u2014 dark and beautiful,
\nimperious in will and oppressive in love, like a moonlit night with
\nsailing star-studded clouds, a night of a dark glory and a stormy
\ndepth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eyes Mission her
\nto the Earth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEyes in which
\nNature\u2019s blind ecstatic life
Sprang from some spirit\u2019s
\npassionate content,
Missioned her to the whirling dance of earth.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNature’s blind
\nblissful life springs into these eyes iron some spirit’s passion and
\nthey direct Savitri to the whirling dance of earth below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Soul of Satyavan
\nDrawn Down <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmidst the headlong
\nrapture of her fall
Held like a bird in a child\u2019s satisfied
\nhands,
In an enamoured grasp her spirit strove
Admitting no
\nrelease till Time should end,
And, as the fruit of the mysterious
\njoy,
She kept within her strong embosoming soul
Like a flower
\nhidden in the heart of spring
The soul of Satyavan drawn down by
\nher
Inextricably in that mighty lapse.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the precipitate
\nrapture of her fail, Savitri is held like a bird in the satisfied
\nhands of a child and in that captivating grasp allowing no
\npossibility of any release till the end of Time, her spirit strives.
\nAnd as the fruit of this mysterious joy, Savitri holds inextricably
\nwithin her strong enveloping soul \u2014 like a flower in the bosom of
\nspring \u2014 the soul of Satyavan drawn down by her in that mighty
\nplunge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Invisible
\nHeavens Soar Past <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInvisible heavens in
\na thronging flight
Soared past her as she fell. Then all the
\nblind
And near attraction of the earth compelled
Fearful
\nrapidities of downward bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs Savitri plunges
\ndown, invisible heavens soar past her in a crowded flight. Then all
\nthe blind and close attraction of the earth compels her into the
\nawful rapidities of downward bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She Disappears <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLost in the giddy
\nproneness of that speed,
Whirled, sinking, overcome she
\ndisappeared
Like a leaf spinning from the tree of heaven,
In
\nbroad unconsciousness as in a pool;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri is lost in
\nthat giddying current of speed. Whirled, sinking, completely
\novercome, she disappears, like a leaf twirling down from a tree in
\nheaven, in broad unconsciousness as in a pool.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Buried in
\nMother’s Breast <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA hospitable
\nsoftness drew her in
Into a wonder of miraculous depths,
Above
\nher closed a darkness of great wings
And she was buried in a
\nmother\u2019s breast.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA welcoming softness
\nsucks her in into a marvel of miraculous depths. Above her close the
\ngreat wings of the superconscient darkness. Savitri is buried in
\nbreast of the earth-mother.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spirit Gazes Out
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen from a timeless
\nplane that watches Time,
A Spirit gazed out upon destiny,
In
\nits endless moment saw the ages pass.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll still was in a
\nsilence of the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen a Spirit gazes
\nout upon the destiny. that is forming from a timeless plane which
\nwatches the movement of Time below. It sees the ages roll by in its
\nunending moment. Everything is still in silence, the silence of the
\ngods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Glance of
\nUndying Love <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe prophet moment
\ncovered limitless space
And cast into the heart of hurrying Time
\n
A diamond light of the Eternal\u2019s peace,
A crimson seed of
\nGod\u2019s felicity;
A glance from the gaze fell of undying Love.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis prophetic
\nmoment spans measureless Space and flings into the heart of speeding
\nTime a pure, impenetrable light of the Eternal’s peace, a fervent-red
\nseed of God’s felicity. From the gaze of the Spirit goes a glance of
\nimmortal Love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Golden bars
\nDrawn <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA wonderful face
\nlooked out with deathless eyes;
A hand was seen drawing the
\ngolden bars
That guard the imperishable secrecies.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA key turned in a
\nmystic lock of Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA marvellous face
\nlooks out with immortal eyes. A hand is seen pulling back the golden
\nbars which guard the eternal secrecies. A key is turned in a mystic
\nlock of Time. A chapter in cosmic history is closed.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Joy and Ecstasy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut where the
\nsilence of the gods had passed,
A greater harmony from the
\nstillness born
Surprised with joy and sweetness yearning hearts,
\n
An ecstasy and a laughter and a cry.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere there had been
\nthe silence of the god, greater harmony is born from the stillness
\nand tills yearning hearts with joy and sweetness. There is an
\necstasy, a laughter, a cry of joy.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Infinite Bliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA power leaned down,
\na happiness found its home.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOver wide earth
\nbrooded the infinite bliss.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA Power leans down,
\na happiness finds its home upon earth. An infinite bliss looms and
\nbroods over the wide earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P><\/p>\n

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