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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
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Book Ten. The Book of the Double Twilight<\/p>\n

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

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

\n\t\t\t\t\t <\/p>\n

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

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\nBook
\nTen: Canto 4<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nDream Twilight of the Earthly Real<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary
There
\ncomes a slope slipping away from the realm of the ideal downwards to
\nlower levels. Thought and sense grow heavy. Savitri sees the
\nmountains, streams, cities and harbours below with multitudes in
\ntravail. In an air of uncertainty all seem to wait for death to end
\ntheir labour. Before her eyes pass all systems. philosophies, laws,
\ncreeds \u2014 now persisting, now perishing. again re-appearing. All
\nlooks a meaningless dream. Ascetics call, anchorites meditate \u2014 but
\nto no purpose. The cycles roll and come back again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDeath cries once;
\nagain across this spectacle of fruitless labour: "Behold this
\ndream of creation, this malady of man’s hope. Nothing can change, all
\nis ruled by Nature’s law. Man cannot soar beyond the limits the mind
\nsets for him. In vain he prays peopling the void with brilliant Gods.
\nGods are his imagination. God is beyond the reach of mortal time.
\nThere is no final aim in life; life turns in cycles. The world is a
\nmyth, a legend told to itself by the Mind. Hope not to make Matter’s
\nworld the home of God; Truth cannot come there, only the thought of
\nTruth God is not there, only the name of God. God is above,
\nunconcerned. His solitary joy needs not thy love. Leave this scene of
\nsorrow and vain toil and choose the high station in thy immutable
\nSelf in the Eternal. Die to thyself, I, Death, ant the gate of
\nimmortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri answers:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThou makest the Word
\na dart to slay my living soul. Not for me arc thy boons; give them to
\nthe timid spirits who want to flee front the play of God. I cannot
\nseek rest in endless peace; in me is the mighty Mother’s violent
\nforce. This world may be a poor translation of the Truth that is
\nbeyond idea and speech, but it is not cut off from Truth and God. In
\nvain is thy wall, O Death. The light of Heaven is already on our
\nbeing’s verge, the powers of the Unknown are emerging from Nature’s
\nsleep. God is near, Truth is close. I have discovered that the world
\nis the body of God. A lonely freedom cannot satisfy me. I am a deputy
\nof the aspiring word. I ask my spirit’s liberty for all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere is a change in
\nthe dread form of Death, a change in his voice though it still rings
\nin doubt. He speaks:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThy heart is too
\nviolent, too passionate. Touch not the ancient laws. Be tranquil. Be
\nwise.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri: Changeless
\nLaw is not all. Dull fixity may be well for inanimate things. But man
\nis meant for a noble walk. I trample on thy law, I claim for Time my
\nwill’s eternity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDeath: Why should
\nthe immortal Will stoop to this petty earth? Is thine the right to
\nuse high strength and thought to grasp these little shreds of earthly
\nlife? Why dolt thou keep him whom thou Invest from the grand release
\nof the heavens?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri: I am driven
\nby God to build his glory on earth. My soul is free to play with love
\nand beauty; most bound, the soul is most free. Heaven can wait, the
\nwager of life is wonderful.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDeath: Whatever be
\nthe source of thy strength, the cosmic Law is greater than thy will.
\nWhat and where is the Truth thou speakest of? All that is patent is
\nthe conflict between two contrary Powers in this world. All is an
\nenigma. Eternal truth lives not with mortal men. IF she is within
\nthee, show me the body of the living truth that I too may worship
\nher. I know only one truth and that is that nothing can bring hack
\nthe dead to life. Seek thy solace in life, O Savitri.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri answers and
\nas she answers her mortality disappears. Her goddess self appears in
\nher eyes. She speaks:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nO Death, thou too
\nart God, though only his black shadow. Thou art his dark head. All
\ncontraries are aspects of God’s face. One and many, Personal and
\nImpersonal, Silence and Word, Darkness and Light \u2014 all are
\ncontraries needed for his great World-task. He is all and transcends
\nall. There is a plan, an Intelligence in this world-movement. The
\nsupreme Truth has forced the world to be. The Infinite flowers in the
\nfinite. The soul grows slowly from its imprisonment in Matter’s
\ntrance and gazes on the peaks of existence when man wakes into the
\nspiritual mind. The embodied spirit in its flight enters into the
\ncosmic empire of the overmind and then into the glorious kingdom of
\neternal Light where reigns the Truth supreme. There is the Truth, the
\nLight, the Love, the Bliss for which the whole world yearns. But who
\ncan show to the Truth’s glorious face? O Death, if thou wed to touch
\nthe Truth, thou wouldst cease to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nDeath answers for
\nthe last time:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIf Truth supreme
\ntranscends her shadow here, what is the bridge to span the gulf?
\nTruth speaks through thy words, but where is thy strength to conquer
\nTime and Death? O human claimant to immortality, reveal thy power,
\nbare thy spirit’s face; then will I give back Satyavan to thee. Show
\nme the face of the Mighty Mother, if she is with thee.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nSavitri looks at
\nDeath. She does not answer. A mighty transformation comes over her.
\nThe Immortal’s lustre fills her and overflows making the air a
\nluminous sea. The Incarnation thrusts aside its veil. A Power and
\nPresence from her being’s summit comes down into her, from centre by
\ncentre it moves till it smiles the thousand-hooded Serpent Force
\nwhich blazes upwards and clasps the World-Self above. Eternity looks
\ninto the eyes of Death. A Voice is heard in the stillness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I hail thee,
\nalmighty Death, Darkness of the Infinite. Thou art my shadow and my
\ninstrument; I have given thee thy awful shape of dread and thy sword
\nof terror to force the soul of man to struggle for light. Thou art
\nthe whip to man’s yearning for eternal bliss. Live a while. O Death,
\nbe my instrument. But now stand aside and leave the path of my
\nincarnate Force. Release the soul of the world, Satvavan." is
\nthe Truth, the Light, the Love, the Bliss for which the whole world
\nyearns. But who can show to the Truth’s glorious face? o Death, if
\nthou wed to touch the Truth, thou wouldst cease to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut Death still
\nresists. The two oppose each other face to face. Soon her intolerable
\nforce weighs upon him, her Light licks him up, his darkness perishes
\nin her blaze. He calls to Night, but she falls back. He calls to Hell
\nbut it retires, He turns to the Inconscient for support, but it draws
\nhim hack towards its Void. His body is eaten by Light. his spirit is
\ndevoured. He recognises that defeat is inevitable and Bees dreading
\nher touch.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe Shadow
\ndisappears. Savitri and Satyavan are alone. Neither stirs; a mute,
\ntranslucent wall rises up between them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNothing moves. All
\nwaits on the unknown inscrutable Will of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Marvel of Ideal
\nLost <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere came a slope
\nthat slowly downward sank;
It slipped towards a stumbling grey
\ndescent. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe dim-heart marvel
\nof the ideal was lost;
Its crowding wonder of bright delicate
\ndreams
And vague half-limned sublimities she had left:
Thought
\nfell towards lower levels; hard and tense
It passioned for some
\ncrude reality. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs they journey on,
\nthey come to a slope that slips towards an uneven dull descent. The
\nvague wonder of the Ideal is no more; its bright delicate dreams and
\nsemi-formed greatnesses are left behind. Thought falls downwards
\ntowards lower altitudes, seeking intensely for some concrete reality
\nto hold on to.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lurid mist of
\nDay <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe twilight floated
\nstill but changed its hues
And heavily swathed a less delightful
\ndream;
It settled in tired masses on the air;
Its symbol
\ncolours tuned with duller reds
And almost seemed a lurid mist of
\nday. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe twilight is
\nstill there, but its hues are changed; it is less delightful in its
\ndream-content. It sits heavy and tired, its colours appear dull red.
\nIt is almost like a threatening mist of day.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Visions of
\nPlains and Cities Below <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA straining taut and
\ndire besieged her heart;
Heavy her sense grew with a dangerous
\nload,
And sadder, greater sounds were in her ears,
And
\nthrough stern breakings of the lambent glare
Her vision caught a
\nhurry of driving plains
And cloudy mountains and wide tawny
\nstreams,
And cities climbed in minarets and towers
Towards an
\nunavailing changeless sky:
Long quays and ghauts and harbours
\nwhite with sails
Challenged her sight awhile and then were gone.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri feels a
\nfierce tugging at her heart; her senses grow heavy as if weighed down
\nwith a dangerous load; her cars begin to hear sadder and louder
\nsounds, Through sharp breakings in the pair glow she catches sight of
\nplains below hurrying past, cloudy mountains, wide brownish-yellow
\nstreams, cities climbing in minarets and towers towards an
\nunchanging, uninviting sky. Long quays, landings and harbours dotted
\nwith sails catch her eyes awhile and then vanish out of sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAmidst them
\ntravailed toiling multitudes
In ever shifting perishable groups,
\n
A foiled cinema of lit shadowy shapes
Enveloped in the grey
\nmantle of a dream.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAmidst them all, she
\nsees toiling multitudes labouring in ever-changing, transient groups.
\nIt is a chequered cinema show of shadowy figures in the dull frame of
\na dream.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Imagining
\nMeanings <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImagining meanings
\nin life\u2019s heavy drift,
They trusted in the uncertain
\nenvironment
And waited for death to change their spirit\u2019s
\nscene. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese multitudes
\nimagine there is some meaning in all this heavy drift of life: they
\ntrust in their environment which is so uncertain and they wait in
\npatience for death to bring about a change of scene for their
\nlabouring spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Savage Din of
\nLabour <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA savage din of
\nlabour and a tramp
Of armoured life and the monotonous hum
Of
\nthoughts and acts that ever were the same,
As if the dull
\nreiterated drone
Of a great brute machine, beset her soul,\u2014
A
\ngrey dissatisfied rumour like a ghost
Of the moaning of a loud
\nunquiet sea. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe primitive roar
\nof labour, the heavy tramp of armed troops and the boring monotonous
\nhum of unchanging thoughts and acts \u2014 like the dull repetitive
\ndroning of a huge machine \u2014 assail her soul. It is a dull, sullen
\nreport like the eerie moaning of a noisy restless sea.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Undertone of
\nLabour’s Pain <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA huge inhuman
\nCyclopean voice,
A Babel-builder\u2019s song towering to heaven,
A
\nthrob of engines and the clang of tools
Brought the deep
\nundertone of labour\u2019s pain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA huge, inhuman
\ngiant voice, a song of medley-voices soaring to the skies, a throb of
\nmachines and a clanging of tools, all bring the deep subdued note of
\nthe pain of labour.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Forced Creations
\nof Ignorant Mind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs when pale
\nlightnings tear a tortured sky,
High overhead a cloud-rimmed
\nseries flared
Chasing like smoke from a red funnel driven,
The
\nforced creations of an ignorant Mind:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs when pale
\nlightnings repeatedly streak .cross the skies, the forced creations
\nof an ignorant Mind flare in a cloud-edged series high above, chasing
\nlike smoke ejected from a flaming funnel.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Drifting Fragmen
\nis <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDrifting she saw
\nlike pictured fragments flee
Phantoms of human thought and
\nbaffled hopes,
The shapes of Nature and the arts of man,
\n
Philosophies and disciplines and laws,
And the dead spirit of
\nold societies,
Constructions of the Titan and the worm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri sees
\ndrifting before her fleeting phantoms of human thoughts and chequered
\nhopes. Various shapes of Nature and human arts, philosophies,
\ndisciplines, laws, the dead spirit of decadent societies, huge
\nconstructions of the Titan as well as minute ones of the worm pass
\nbefore her eyes like fragments of a picture.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lost Remnants <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if lost remnants
\nof forgotten light,
Before her mind there fled with trailing
\nwings
Dimmed revelations and delivering words,
Emptied of
\ntheir mission and their strength to save,
The messages of the
\nevangelist gods,
Voices of prophets, scripts of vanishing
\ncreeds. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRevelations that had
\nfaded, words that could once deliver but now with their mission
\ndischarged and saving power exhausted, messages of salvation by
\nfaith, voices of the prophets and texts of fast disappearing creeds
\n\u2014all these pass before her mind in trailing flight, as though they
\nwere the lost remains of some forgotten light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideals, Systems
\nPerish and Recur <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach in its hour
\neternal claimed went by:
Ideals, systems, sciences, poems, crafts
\n
Tireless there perished and again recurred,
Sought restlessly
\nby some creative Power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut all were dreams
\ncrossing an empty vast.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach of these, now
\npassing by, was claimed in its day as eternal. Ideals, systems,
\nsciences, poems, crafts, \u2014 all are seen to perish and recur min and
\nagain. They are all sought without respite by some creative Power to
\ntry and express the truths it wants to manifest. Rut all of them now
\nappear to be unsubstantial, simply dreams passing through a vacant
\nvast.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ascetics and
\nSleeping Souls <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscetic voices
\ncalled of lonely seers
On mountain summits or on river banks
Or
\nfrom the desolate heart of forest glades
Seeking heaven\u2019s rest
\nor the spirit\u2019s worldless peace,
Or in bodies motionless like
\nstatues, fixed
In tranced cessations of their sleepless thought
\n
Sat sleeping souls, and this too was a dream.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscetic voices are
\nheard calling. They come from lonely seers on the tops of mountains
\nor on the banks of rivers or in the solitary deeps of far woods,
\nseeking the rest of heaven or the silent peace of the spirit.
\nMeditating souls are seen in postures of immobility and in conditions
\nof trance in which all movement of thought is suspended.But again all
\nthis also is but a dream.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fruitless
\nRepetition <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll things the past
\nhas made and slain were there,
Its lost forgotten forms that once
\nhad lived,
And all the present loves as new-revealed
And all
\nthe hopes the future brings had failed
Already, caught and spent
\nin efforts vain,
Repeated fruitlessly age after age.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll the things that
\nhad been created in the past and slain are seen in this procession \u2014
\nall the forms that had once been but since forgotten. Also seen arc
\nthe current loves cherished as new revelations, and all the hopes of
\nthe future doomed to failure, their efforts wasted \u2014 fruitless
\nrepetitions age after age.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All Return
\nbecause of Joy <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnwearied all
\nreturned insisting still
Because of joy in the anguish of pursuit
\n
And joy to labour and to win and lose
And joy to create and
\nkeep and joy to kill.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut they are not
\ndeterred by constant failures; they insist on returning to the scene
\nof life because of the joy in the struggle of the quest, because of
\nthe joy of labour, victory and defeat, of creation, preservation and
\ndestruction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rolling Cycles <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe rolling cycles
\npassed and came again,
Brought the same toils and the same barren
\nend,
Forms ever new and ever old, the long
Appalling
\nrevolutions of the world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe revolving and
\nrolling cycles of time pass and come again; they bring the same
\nlabours and the same barren endings. The forms are ever new and yet
\nthey are ever old.Such are the dismal revolutions of the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
**The Destroying
\nVoice.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOnce more arose the
\ngreat destroying Voice:
Across the fruitless labour of the worlds
\n
His huge denial\u2019s all-defeating might
Pursued the ignorant
\nmarch of dolorous Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce again the great
\ndestroying Voice of the God of Death arises. His massive denial’s
\nall-defeating might pursues the ignorant tread of dismal Time across
\nthe Vain labour of the worlds.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Figures of
\nSymbol Realm <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cBehold the
\nfigures of this symbol realm,
Its solid outlines of creative
\ndream
Inspiring the great concrete tasks of earth.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n”Look at all the
\nfigures of this symbolic realm, its firm outlines of potent, creative
\ndream, which inspire all the great concrete works on the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Malady of Hope <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn its motion
\nparable of human life
Here thou canst trace the outcome Nature
\ngives
To the sin of being and the error in things
And the
\ndesire that compels to live
And man\u2019s incurable malady of hope.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Here in this
\nfleeting parable of man’s life thou perceive unmistakably the outcome
\nthat Nature the sin of living and the inherent error in all the
\ndesire that compels all to exist and live, incurable disease of hope
\nthat afflicts man.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man cannot
\nChange <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn an immutable
\norder\u2019s hierarchy
Where Nature changes not, man cannot change:
\n
Ever he obeys her fixed mutation\u2019s law;
In a new version of
\nher oft-told tale
In ever-wheeling cycles turns the race.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In this
\nhierarchy of unchanging order where Nature never changes, man too
\ncannot really hope to change. He has always to obey her fixed law of
\nalterations in form. It is always the same old tale told in new
\nversions; the same race is run round and round in ever-moving cycles.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man cannot Soar
\nHigh <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis mind is pent in
\ncircling boundaries:
For mind is man, beyond thought he cannot
\nsoar. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf he could leave
\nhis limits he would be safe:
He sees but cannot mount to his
\ngreater heavens;
Even winged, he sinks back to his native soil.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe is a captive in
\nhis net of mind
And beats soul-wings against the walls of life.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan\u2019s mind is shut
\nin the enclosing boundaries. And being essentially a mental being, he
\ncannot soar beyond thought. It he could break out of these confines
\nthen he would be safe; he would not be stultified. At present he sees
\nthe greater heavens beyond, but he cannot mount to them. Though he
\nhas wings he cannot fly high, he sinks back to the earth \u2014 his
\nnative soil. He is a prisoner in the net of his mind. His soul has
\nwings. true, but he can only beat them in vain against the walls of
\nlife.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ends in Nought <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn vain his heart
\nlifts up its yearning prayer,
Peopling with brilliant Gods the
\nformless Void;
Then disappointed to the Void he turns
And in
\nits happy nothingness asks release,
The calm Nirvana of his dream
\nof self:
The Word in silence ends, in Nought the name.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In vain does
\nhis heart sear in intense prayer to the brilliant Gods it imagines to
\nbe dwelling in what is really a formless Void ; disappointed he turns
\nto the Void, asks for release in its happy Nothingness. He asks for
\nthe ending of his dream of a self in a calm Nirvana, a Nirvana where
\nall words end in silence, all names in Zero.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thousand Names
\nto the Ineffable <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nApart amid the
\nmortal multitudes,
He calls the Godhead incommunicable
To be
\nthe lover of his lonely soul
Or casts his spirit into its void
\nembrace,
Or he finds his copy in the impartial All;
He
\nimparts to the Immobile his own will,
Attributes to the Eternal
\nwrath and love
And to the Ineffable lends a thousand names.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSetting himself
\napart from his fellowmen, man calls the Godhead that is
\nincommunicable to be the lover of his soul that is lonely; or he
\nthrows his spirit into the Godhead’s empty embrace; or he imagines
\nhimself the image of the impersonal, impartial All. Man hopes to move
\nthe Immobile with his own will; he attributes to the Eternal his
\nhuman emotions of wrath and love and gives a thousand names to the
\nIneffable, the Inexpressible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hope not to Call
\nGod <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHope not to call God
\ndown into his life:
How shalt thou bring the Everlasting here?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is no house
\nfor him in hurrying Time.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Savitri, do
\nnot ever hope to call God down into the life of man. How canst thou
\nbring the Everlasting, the Eternal here and make him dwell in
\nfleeting Time?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
No Aim <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVainly thou seek\u2019st
\nin Matter\u2019s world an aim;
No aim is there, only a will to be.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll walk by Nature
\nbound for ever the same.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou seekest in vain
\nfor an aim in this world of Matter. There is really no aim. There is
\nonly a will to exist, to live. All move bound to Nature, all remain
\nalways the same.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Structures with
\nno Abiding Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLook on these forms
\nthat stay awhile and pass,
These lives that long and strive, then
\nare no more,
These structures that have no abiding truth,
The
\nsaviour creeds that cannot save themselves,
But perish in the
\nstrangling hands of the years,
Discarded from man\u2019s thought,
\nproved false by Time,
Philosophies that strip all problems bare
\n
But nothing ever have solved since earth began,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look on all
\nthese forms; they last for a while and then pass away. Look on these
\nlives that hope and strive and then cease to be. Look at all these
\nstructures that have no lasting truth to sustain them. Look on the
\ncreeds that claim to save but are unable to save themselves; see how
\nthey cannot stand the test of time, how they are proved false by Time
\nand are discarded by man. Look on the philosophies that discuss all
\nproblems threadbare but have solved none since the beginnings of the
\nearth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sciences in Vain
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd sciences
\nomnipotent in vain
By which men learn of what the suns are made,
\n
Transform all forms to serve their outward needs,
Ride
\nthrough the sky and sail beneath the sea,
But learn not what they
\nare or why they came;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look at these
\nsciences with all their vain omnipotence; men may learn by them what
\nthe suns are made of; by them men may transform things to serve their
\nmaterial needs; they may be able to fly in the sky and sail under the
\nwaters, but they are unable to know the truth of their own being or
\nthe purpose of their existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Polities <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese polities,
\narchitectures of man\u2019s brain,
That, bricked with evil and good,
\nwall in man\u2019s spirit
And, fissured houses, palace at once and
\njail,
Rot while they reign and crumble before they crash;
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look at these
\npolitics, edifices built by the brains of man with bricks of evil and
\ngood; they only serve to shut in his spirit. They are houses full of
\ncracks; they are at once palaces of enjoyment and jails of
\nconfinement. They rot even as they rule and start crumbling before
\nthey crash.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Revolutions <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese revolutions,
\ndemon or drunken god,
Convulsing the wounded body of mankind
\n
Only to paint in new colours an old face;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look at these
\nrevolutions \u2014 work of the demon or of the inebriated god \u2014 which
\nconvulse the already wounded body of mankind only to paint in new
\ncolours the same old face, only to present in new forms the tyrannies
\nof the past.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wars <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese wars, carnage
\ntriumphant, ruin gone mad,
The work of centuries vanishing in an
\nhour,
The blood of the vanquished and the victor\u2019s crown
Which
\nmen to be born must pay for with their pain,
The hero\u2019s face
\ndivine on satyr\u2019s limbs,
The demon\u2019s grandeur mixed with the
\ndemi-god\u2019s,
The glory and the beasthood and the shame;
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Look at these
\nwars, triumphant in destruction, reckless in the instant ruin they
\nvisit on the work of centuries: the blood they shed of the vanquished
\nand the crown they win for the victor are paid for with all the
\nsufferings of the generations to come; their hero has the face of a
\ngod on the body of a brute, and in him the grandeur of the demon and
\nthat of the demi-god combine their glory is soiled with bestiality
\nand sham.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Why this Labour
\nand Din <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhy is it all, the
\nlabour and the din,
The transient joys, the timeless sea of
\ntears,
The longing and the hoping and the cry,
The battle and
\nthe victory and the fall,
The aimless journey that can never
\npause,
The waking toil, the incoherent sleep?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSong, shouts and
\nweeping, wisdom and idle words,
The laughter of men, the irony of
\nthe gods? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"What is the
\npurpose of all this labour and din, all these fleeting joys and
\nendless tears, all the longing, the hoping and the cry, the battle,
\nthe victory and the fall, the goalless journey that can never stop,
\nthe waking struggle and the disordered sleep? Why these, songs,
\nshouts and cries, wisdom and pointless words, laughter of men and the
\nirony of the gods?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World a Myth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere leads the
\nmarch, whither the pilgrimage?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWho keeps the map of
\nthe route or planned each stage?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr else self-moved
\nthe world walks its own way?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr nothing is there
\nbut only a Mind that dreams:
The world is a myth that happened to
\ncome true,
A legend told to itself by conscious Mind,
Imaged
\nand played on a feigned Matter\u2019s ground
On which it stands in
\nan unsubstantial Vast.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere does this
\nmarch lead to? In which direction is the pilgrimage? If there is a
\nmap of its route who keeps it? Who has planned each stage of the
\njourney? Perhaps the world moves on its own, self-propelled, or
\nnothing is there really and it is only the Mind that dreams it all.
\nPerhaps the world is only a myth that has somehow taken shape, a
\nlegend told by the conscious Mind to itself, pictured and staged on
\nan imaginary ground-stage of Matter on which it (the Mind) stands in
\nan empty Vast.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind can never
\ntouch the Tuth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMind is the author,
\nspectator, actor, stage:
Mind only is and what it thinks is seen.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf Mind is all,
\nrenounce the hope of bliss;
If Mind is all, renounce the hope of
\nTruth. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor Mind can never
\ntouch the body of Truth
And Mind can never see the soul of God;
\n
Only his shadow it grasps nor hears his laugh
As it turns
\nfrom him to the vain seeming of things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Mind seems to
\nbe everything \u2014 itself the author of the play, the spectator, the
\nactor, the stage. There is only Mind and that which it thinks is what
\nis seen. And if Mind is all, then give up all hope of bliss, give up
\nall hope of reaching the Truth. For Mind can never directly contact
\nthe body of Truth, it can never behold the soul of God; it grasps
\nonly his shadow and does not hear his sardonic laughter when it turns
\naway from him to the vain, unreal, existence of things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind a Marriage
\nof Covenance <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMind is a tissue
\nwoven of light and shade
Where right and wrong have sewn their
\nmingled parts;
Or Mind is Nature\u2019s marriage of covenance
\n
Between truth and falsehood, between joy and pain:
This
\nstruggling pair no court can separate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Actually Mind
\nis a fabric of light and shade, with right and wrong woven in it. Or
\nelse Mind is a marriage authorised by Nature between truth and
\nfalsehood, joy and pain and this conflicting pair can never be
\n.separated by any court.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought a Mixed
\nMintage <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach thought is a
\ngold coin with bright alloy
And error and truth are its obverse
\nand reverse:
This is the imperial mintage of the brain
And of
\nthis kind is all its currency.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Each thought
\nof the Mind is a gold coin mixed with shining alloy; error and truth
\narc its two sides. It is issued by the sovereign mint of the brain.
\nAll its currency is of this mixed kind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God is not on
\nEarth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThink not to plant
\non earth the living Truth
Or make of Matter\u2019s world the home of
\nGod;
Truth comes not there but only the thought of Truth,
God
\nis not there but only the name of God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not hope to
\nplant the living Truth on earth or turn the world of Matter into the
\nhome of God. Truth does not come there; what comes is only the
\nthought of Truth. God is not there; what is there is only the name of
\nGod.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Self Stark and
\nAlone <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf Self there is, it
\nis bodiless and unborn;
It is no one and it is possessed by none,
\n
On what shalt thou then build thy happy world?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCast off thy life
\nand mind, then art thou Self,
An all-seeing Omnipresence stark,
\nalone, <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If at all
\nthere is a Self then it is without body, it is unborn; it is no one
\nnor is it possessed by any. On what basis, then, wilt thou build thy
\nhappy world? It is only if thou wilt cast away thy life and mind that
\nthou canst be the Self which is an all-seeing Omnipresence, bare,
\nalone.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIf God there is he
\ncares not for the world;
All things he sees with calm indifferent
\ngaze,
He has doomed all hearts to sorrow and desire,
He has
\nbound all life with his implacable laws;
He answers not the
\nignorant voice of prayer.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If at all
\nthere is Cod, he does not care for the world. He sees all things with
\na lofty, calm, indifferent gaze. He has condemned all hearts to the
\ndoom of sorrow and desire, he has subjected lift to his unappeasable
\nlaws. He does not answer the ignorant supplications of prayer.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God Exceeds Thy
\nThought <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEternal while the
\nages toil beneath,
Unmoved, untouched by aught that he has made,
\n
He sees as minute details mid the stars
The animal\u2019s agony
\nand the fate of man:
Immeasurably wise, he exceeds thy thought;
\n
His solitary joy needs not thy love.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe sits there above,
\neternal, while here beneath. the ages toil; he is unmoved, untouched
\nby anything that he has created. For him, the agony of the animal and
\nthe fate of man are nothing more than insignificant details in the
\nmidst of innumerable stars. He is wise beyond measure, far exceeding
\nthy thought. His solitary joy needs not thy love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nHis truth in human
\nthinking cannot dwell:
If thou desirest truth then still thy mind
\n
For ever, slain by the dumb unseen Light.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cHis truth cannot
\ndwell in the thought of the human mind. If thou desirest his truth,
\nthen calm thy mind, still it for ever, let it be engulfed by the
\nsilent, unseen Light of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Immortal Bliss
\nnot here <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImmortal bliss lives
\nnot in human air:
How shall the mighty Mother her calm delight
\n
Keep fragrant in this narrow fragile vase
Or lodge her sweet
\nunbroken ecstasy
In hearts which earthly sorrow can assail
And
\nbodies careless Death can slay at will?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Immortal bliss
\ndoes not live in human air. How can the mighty Mother preserve fresh
\nand fragrant her calm delight in this narrow, fragile vase that is
\nman? Or how can she lodge her sweet unending ecstasy in human hearts
\nwhich are always open to earthly sorrow, in human bodies that can be
\nslain by uncaring Death at its pleasure?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Seek Joy
\nelsewhere <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDream not to change
\nthe world that God has planned,
Strive not to alter his eternal
\nlaw. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf heavens there are
\nwhose gates are shut to grief,
There seek the joy thou couldst
\nnot find on earth;
Or in the imperishable hemisphere
Where
\nLight is native and Delight is king
And Spirit is the deathless
\nground of Things,
Choose thy high station, child of Eternity.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not dream
\nto change the world which God has planned and created; strive not to
\nchange his eternal law. If there are heavens where there is no grief,
\nthen seek there the joy that thou hast failed to find on earth. Or, O
\nchild of eternity, choose thy high dwelling in the immortal
\nhemisphere above where Light is natural, Delight spontaneous, and the
\nSpirit, the deathless base of all things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Be Thy Naked
\nSelf <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf thou art Spirit
\nand Nature is thy robe,
Cast off thy garb and be thy naked self
\n
Immutable in its undying truth,
Alone for ever in the mute
\nAlone. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If as thou
\nclaimest, thou art the Spirit and Nature is only thy robe. then throw
\naway thy garb of Nature and be thy nude, stark self which is
\nimmutable in its immortal truth, ever alone in the mute Alone.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Forget Satyanian
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTurn then to God,
\nfor him leave all behind;
Forgetting Love, forgetting Satyavan,
\n
Annul thyself in his immobile peace.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO soul, drown in his
\nstill beatitude.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor thou must die to
\nthyself to reach God\u2019s height:
I, Death, am the gate of
\nimmortality.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Turn then to
\nGod alone, leaving all else behind; forget this love, forget
\nSatyavan, annul thyself in the immobile peace of God. O soul, drown
\nthyself in his unmoving beatitude. For, to reach Gods height, thou
\nmust first die to thyself. I, Death, am the gate to immortality. Thou
\nmust pass through me to enter the eternal abode."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Answer to
\nsophist God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Savitri answered
\nto the sophist God:
\u201cOnce more wilt thou call Light to blind
\nTruth\u2019s eyes,
Make knowledge a catch of the snare of Ignorance
\n
And the Word a dart to slay my living Soul?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri answers the
\ncunning reasoner:"Are you going to call once again brilliant
\nLight to dazzle and blind the eyes of Truth, catch and imprison
\nKnowledge in the net of Ignorance and make of the potent word an
\narrow to slay my living soul?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Give Thy Boon to
\nTired Spirits <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOffer, O king, thy
\nboons to tired spirits
And hearts that could not bear the wounds
\nof Time,
Let those who were tied to body and to mind,
Tear
\noff those bonds and flee into white calm
Crying for a refuge from
\nthe play of God,
Surely thy boons are great since thou art He!
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O King, offer
\nthy boons to those whose spirits are tired, whose hearts cannot bear
\nthe wounds inflicted by Time let those who are bound to body and mind
\nsnap those bonds and flee into the haven of sheer calm, seeking
\nrefuge from the play of God in the universe. Indeed thy boons must be
\ngreat since thou art none other than God himself!<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I House the
\nMighty Mother’s Force <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut how shall I seek
\nrest in endless peace
Who house the mighty Mother\u2019s violent
\nforce,
Her vision turned to read the enigmaed world,
Her will
\ntempered in the blaze of Wisdom\u2019s sun
And the flaming silence
\nof her heart of love?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But that way
\nis not for me. How can I seek to rest in eternal peace I in whom
\ncourses the violent force of the mighty Divine Mother whose vision is
\ndirected to unveil the mystery of this riddle-world, whose will is
\nreadied in the fire of Wisdom and in whose heart of love there is a
\nflaming dynamic silence?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World a Paradox <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world is a
\nspiritual paradox
Invented by a need in the Unseen,
A poor
\ntranslation to the creature\u2019s sense
Of That which for ever
\nexceeds idea and speech,
A symbol of what can never be
\nsymbolised,
A language mispronounced, misspelt, yet true.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The world is
\ntruly a spiritual paradox brought into being by some need in the
\nReality that is unseen. It is a poor rendering to the sense of the
\ncreated being of that Reality which is beyond idea and speech; it is
\na symbol of That which cannot be so symbolised, a language wrongly
\npronounced. wrongly spelt and yet, not false.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIts powers have come
\nfrom the eternal heights
And plunged into the inconscient dim
\nAbyss
And risen from it to do their marvellous work.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The powers at
\nwork in the world have truly come from the heights of the Eternal and
\nplunged into the obscure Abyss of the inconseient. Thence they halve
\nrisen to labour and fulfil their marvellous mission.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Soul a Figure of
\nthe Unmanifest <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe soul is a figure
\nof the Unmanifest,
The mind labours to think the Unthinkable,
\n
The life to call the Immortal into birth,
The body to
\nenshrine the Illimitable.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The soul is a
\nfigure, a form of the Reality that is Unmanifest."The mind
\nlabours to think, to put into thought, the Unthinkable; the life
\ntries to invoke the Immortal into birth the body strives to be the
\ntemple of the Illimitable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World not cut
\noff from God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world is not cut
\noff from Truth and God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn vain thou hast
\ndug the dark unbridgeable gulf,
In vain thou hast built the blind
\nand doorless wall:
Man\u2019s soul crosses through thee to Paradise,
\n
Heaven\u2019s sun forces its way through death and night;
Its
\nlight is seen upon our being\u2019s verge.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world is not cut
\noff from Truth and God. O Death, in vain hast thou dug the dark
\nunbridgeable gulf between the world and God; in vain hast thou built
\nthe blind and doorless wall between them. Through thee, Death, man’s
\nsoul cloth cross to Paradise; through thy dark night, heaven’s sun
\nforces its way to the earth its light is seen upon the horizons of
\nour being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
My Body the
\nEternal\u2019s House <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMy mind is a torch
\nlit from the eternal sun,
My life a breath drawn by the immortal
\nGuest,
My mortal body is the Eternal\u2019s house.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlready the torch
\nbecomes the undying ray,
Already the life is the Immortal\u2019s
\nforce,
The house grows of the householder part and one.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"My mind is a
\ntorch lighted from the eternal sun; my life is a breath drawn by the
\nDivine Being ensouled in me; my mortal body is the dwelling place of
\nthe Eternal. Even now this torch becomes the quenchless immortal ray,
\nthis life expresses the force of the Immortal, this body grows one
\nwith the owner of the house \u2014the soul eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
How Sayst Tuou? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHow sayst thou Truth
\ncan never light the human mind
And Bliss can never invade the
\nmortal\u2019s heart
Or God descend into the world he made?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"When this is
\nso, how canst thou say that Truth can never enter and light the human
\nmind, that Bliss can never flood the mortal’s heart or that God can
\nnever descend into the world that he has made ?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Unknown Powers
\nEmerge <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf in the
\nmeaningless Void creation rose,
If from a bodiless Force Matter
\nwas born,
If Life could climb in the unconscious tree,
If
\ngreen delight break into emerald leaves
And its laughter of
\nbeauty blossom in the flower,
If sense could wake in tissue,
\nnerve and cell,
And Thought seize the grey matter of the brain,
\n
And soul peep from its secrecy through the flesh,
How shall
\nthe nameless light not leap on men,
And unknown powers emerge
\nfrom Nature\u2019s sleep?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If this
\ncreation could rise in a meaningless Void, if Matter could he horn
\nout of a formless Force, if Life could course and climb in the
\nunconscious tree if fresh delight could break into green leaves and
\nbeauty laugh in the blossoming of the flower, if sense could awake in
\nthe insensible tissue, nerve and cell, if Thought could possess the
\ndull physical matter of the brain, if the soul could look out from
\nits hiding through the flesh that covers it, why should not the
\nnameless light of God descend on men, why should not unsuspected and
\nunknown powers emerge from dormant Nature ?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hints of
\nLuminous Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven now hints of a
\nluminous Truth like stars
Arise in the mind-mooned splendour of
\nIgnorance;
Even now the deathless Lover\u2019s touch we feel:
If
\nthe chamber\u2019s door is even a little ajar,
What then can hinder
\nGod from stealing in
Or who forbid his kiss on the sleeping soul?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Even as it is,
\nhints of a luminous Truth arise like stars in the sky of ignorance
\nlit by the moon of the mind. Even as it is, we feel the touch of our
\nimmortal Lover, God. If the door of the chamber of our being is even
\na little open, none can prevent God from stealing in and planting his
\nkiss on the soul that is asleep.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God is already
\nNear <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlready God is near,
\nthe Truth is close:
Because the dark atheist body knows him not,
\n
Must the sage deny the Light, the seer his soul?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God is already
\nnear; the Truth is already close. Simply because the ignorant and
\nunbelieving body is not aware of God, must the sage who experiences
\nthe Light of Truth deny him? Must the seer who is aware of his soul
\nrefuse to accept him?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The Ineffable my
\nMate <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI am not bound by
\nthought or sense or shape;
I live in the glory of the Infinite,
\n
I am near to the Nameless and Unknowable,
The Ineffable is
\nnow my household mate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I am not bound
\nby earthly thought or sense or form. I live and breathe in the glory
\nof the Infinite; I am close to the Reality that has no name and that
\nis unknowable. The Ineffable is now my companion.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Have Loved the
\nBody of my God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut standing on
\nEternity\u2019s luminous brink
I have discovered that the world was
\nHe;
I have met Spirit with spirit, Self with self,
But I have
\nloved too the body of my God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have pursued him
\nin his earthly form.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Standing on
\nthe luminous border of Eternity I have discovered that this world is
\nnone other than God himself. With my spirit I have met the Spirit of
\nGod, with my self I have met the Self of God. But I have also loved
\nthe body of my God. The earth is a form of his and I have pursued him
\nin that form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I ask for All <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA lonely freedom
\ncannot satisfy
A heart that has grown one with every heart:
I
\nam a deputy of the aspiring world,
My spirit\u2019s liberty I ask
\nfor all.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Freedom only
\nfor myself cannot satisfy a heart like mine that has become one with
\nall the hearts in the world. I am a representative of the entire
\nworld that aspires for freedom. I ask for all the liberty that my
\nspirit has."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Deeper Cry of
\nDeath <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen rang again a
\ndeeper cry of Death.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if beneath its
\nweight of sterile law
Oppressed by its own obstinate meaningless
\nwill,
Disdainful, weary and compassionate,
It kept no more
\nits old intolerant sound,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce again rings a
\ndeeper cry of Death. But this time his cry has no more its old
\nintolerant note, as though it were oppressed under the weight of its
\nbarren law and by its own obstinate, pointless will, as though it
\nwere disdainful. tired and compassionate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Tired Like
\nLife’s Sound <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut seemed like
\nlife\u2019s in her unnumbered paths,
Toiling for ever and achieving
\nnought
Because of birth and change, her mortal powers
By
\nwhich she lasts, around the term posts fixed
Turning of a wide
\ncircling aimless race
Whose course for ever speeds and is the
\nsame. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath’s cry seems
\nlike the cry of life as she courses through her countless paths
\ntoiling for ever but achieving nothing because of constant birth and
\nchange and because her mortal powers by which she is sustained turn
\nround and round around fixed boundary posts in a wide aimless race
\nwhose course toes on speeding and yet is always the same.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Earth’s Mind is
\nWeary <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn its long play
\nwith Fate and Chance and Time
Assured of the game\u2019s vanity lost
\nor won,
Crushed by its load of ignorance and doubt
Which
\nknowledge seems to increase and growth to enlarge,
The earth-mind
\nsinks and it despairs and looks
Old, weary and discouraged on its
\nwork. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe earth-mind has
\nlong been at play with Fate. Chance and Time; but it knows that
\nwhether it wins or loses, the game is fruitless. It is crushed under
\nthe weight of ignorance and doubt which seems to increase with
\nknowledge and enlarge with its growth. Under these conditions it
\nsinks, it despairs, it becomes won, and discouraged in its labour.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yet something
\nGreat is Done <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet was all nothing
\nthen or vainly achieved?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSome great thing has
\nbeen done, some light, some power
Delivered from the huge
\nInconscient\u2019s grasp:
It has emerged from night; it sees its
\ndawns
Circling for ever though no dawn can stay.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut that does not
\nmean that nothing has been achieved or what has been achieved is in
\nvain. Something great has been done; sonic light, some power has been
\nliberated from the hold of the huge Inconseient; it has emerged from
\nthe dark night. Though its rising is not permanent, it sees that it
\nwill rise again and again in an unending round.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Change in
\ndeath’s voice <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis change was in
\nthe godhead\u2019s far-flung voice;
His form of dread was altered
\nand admitted
Our transient effort at eternity,
Yet flung vast
\ndoubts of what might else have been
On grandiose hints of an
\nimpossible day. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis admission is
\nimplied in the far-reaching voice of the god of Death. His fearful
\nform has undergone sonic change and it seems to concede the right of
\nour effort, however fleeting, to attain eternity. And yet it casts
\nits huge doubts which discourage what might otherwise have been, the
\nmagnificent possibilities of an impossible day.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thou Knowest
\nWisdom Transcendin <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe great voice
\nsurging cried to Savitri:
\u201cBecause thou knowst the wisdom that
\ntranscends
Both veil of forms and the contempt of forms,
Arise
\ndelivered by the seeing gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf free thou hadst
\nkept thy mind from life\u2019s fierce stress,
Thou mightst have been
\nlike them omniscient, calm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe great voice of
\nDeath surges towards Savitri:"Thou knowest the wisdom that goes
\nbeyond both the acceptance and the rejection of forms; that is why
\nthou art liberated by the watching gods. Arise. If only thou hadst
\nkept thy mind aloof from the fierce pressure of the struggle of life.
\nthou too mightst have been like the gods, omniscient and calm.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Violent Hear <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut the violent and
\npassionate heart forbids.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is the storm bird
\nof an anarch Power
That would upheave the world and tear from it
\n
The indecipherable scroll of Fate,
Death\u2019s rule and Law and
\nthe unknowable Will.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But this calm
\naloofness is refused by the violent and passionate heart which is a
\nveritable storm-wing of an anarchic Power that means to throw up the
\nworld, tear up its decree of Fate, overthrow the rule of Death, the
\ngoverning Law and Will unknowable that maintains all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Too large
\nNatures <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHasteners to action,
\nviolators of God
Are these great spirits who have too much love,
\n
And they who formed like thee, for both art thou,
Have come
\ninto the narrow bounds of life
With too large natures overleaping
\ntime. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"They hasten
\naction and they violate the laws of God \u2014 these, great spirits who
\narc fired with excessive love for all in this creation and who are
\nmade in thy mould, for thou art both, great of spirit and possessed
\nof too much love, have entered the narrow bounds of life with natures
\ntoo large For life, exceeding time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wise are
\nTranquil <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWorshippers of force
\nwho know not her recoil,
Their giant wills compel the troubled
\nyears. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe wise are
\ntranquil; silent the great hills
Rise ceaselessly towards their
\nunreached sky,
Seated on their unchanging base, their heads
\n
Dreamless in heaven\u2019s immutable domain.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"These great
\nspirits worship force without knowing that force recoils with
\nunexpected consequences, their mighty wills compel the strained years
\nto move in the direction of their choice."But the wise are not
\nlike those impetuous ones. They are tranquil; like the great hills
\nthey are ever seated firm on their unchanging base, aspiring
\nceaselessly towards unattained heights, with their minds silent
\ndreamless, in the immutable domain of heaven.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nOn their aspiring
\ntops, sublime and still,
Lifting half-way to heaven the climbing
\nsoul
The mighty mediators stand content
To watch the
\nrevolutions of the stars.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMotionlessly moving
\nwith the might of earth,
They see the ages pass and are the same.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSublime and still on
\nthe aspiring summits of their being, these mighty mediators between
\nEarth and Heaven raise the climbing soul half-way to heaven and stand
\ncontent watching the revolutions of the stars. They are motionless
\nand yet they move with the might of earth; they watch the ages pass,
\nbut they themselves are ever the same.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The Wise keep
\ntheir Dangerous Wisdom <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe wise think with
\nthe cycles, they hear the tread
Of far-off things; patient,
\nunmoved they keep
Their dangerous wisdom in their depths
\nrestrained,
Lest man\u2019s frail days into the unknown should sink
\n
Dragged like a ship by bound leviathan
Into the abyss of his
\nstupendous seas.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The wise ones
\nthink largely. keeping pace with the cycles of time; they foresee
\nthings that are far ahead, they hear their coming steps. But they arc
\npatient, untroubled, and keep their foreknowledge which would be
\ndangerous to reveal prematurely to themselves in case man’s fragile
\nboat may founder and sink like a ship dragged down by an imprisoned
\nleviathan into the depths of its hugeness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
If Heaven’s
\nStrength Surprised <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLo, how all shakes
\nwhen the gods tread too near!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll moves, is in
\nperil, anguished, torn, upheaved.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe hurrying aeons
\nwould stumble on too swift
If strength from heaven surprised the
\nimperfect earth
And veilless knowledge smote these unfit souls.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"How everything
\nshakes when the gods come too near! All moves, all is in danger, all
\nis in anguish, torn and thrown up. If heaven’s strength were to
\nsurprise this imperfect earth and naked, direct Knowledge were to
\nstrike these unfit souls, the speeding ages would be precipitated
\ninto chaos.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God Hides his
\nThought <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe deities have
\nscreened their dreadful power:
God hides his thought and, even,
\nhe seems to err.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBe still and tardy
\nin the slow wise world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMighty art thou with
\nthe dread goddess filled,
To whom thou criedst at dawn in the dim
\nwoods. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUse not thy strength
\nlike the wild Titan souls!
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The deities
\nhave veiled their terrible powers. God hides his thought and, at
\ntimes, he even seems to go wrong. This is a slow wise world; he thou
\nstill and slow. Thou art filled with the might of the dread goddess
\nto whom thou didst call at dawn, in the forest. But do not use that
\nstrength as the wild Titans do.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Touch not
\nAncient Laws <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTouch not the seated
\nlines, the ancient laws,
Respect the calm of great established
\nthings.\u201d <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not disturb
\nthe lines that have been laid out, the taws that are there from of
\nold. Respect thou the serene calm of the great established things."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inert Tread of
\nMonstrous Energies <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Savitri replied
\nto the huge god:
\u201cWhat is the calm thou vauntst, O Law, O
\nDeath? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIs it not the
\ndull-visioned tread inert
Of monstrous energies chained in a
\nstark round
Soulless and stone-eyed with mechanic
\ndreams? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri
\nreplies:"What is this calm thou boastest of, O Law, O Death? Is
\nit not just a dim-eyed, inert tread of huge, inhuman energies bounded
\nin an unchanging round, soulless, unfeeling, with mechanical
\ndream-movements?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Speeding Aeons
\nJustify God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nVain the soul\u2019s
\nhope if changeless Law is all:
Ever to the new and the unknown
\npress on
The speeding aeons justifying God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"If unchanging
\nLaw is the whole truth as thou sayest, then the hope of the soul for
\ngrowth and change is in vain. But the speeding: ages move on
\nceaselessly to the new and the unknown and justify the purpose of God
\nin this Creation<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
**Restraints
\nBroken<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat were earth\u2019s
\nages if the grey restraint
Were never broken and glories sprang
\nnot forth
Bursting their obscure seed, while man\u2019s slow life
\n
Leaped hurried into sudden splendid paths
By divine words and
\nhuman gods revealed?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"How could the
\ngreat ages of the earth conic to be if the dull brake upon change and
\nprogress had never been broken and glorious things had not burst into
\nexistence from slow obscure beginnings and man’s slow life quickened
\nand hurried into the splendid paths suddenly opened up and revealed
\nby inspiring divine words and men who rose to become gods?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man Turns to
\nMaster Path <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpose not upon
\nsentient minds and hearts
The dull fixity that binds inanimate
\nthings. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWell is the
\nunconscious rule for the animal breeds
Content to live beneath
\nthe immutable yoke;
Man turns to a nobler walk, a master path.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Do not impose
\nthe dull fixity that binds things inanimate upon animate minds and
\nhearts. The imposed rule obeyed unconsciously may be good enough for
\nthe animal species which are content to live beneath the unchanging
\nyoke of Nature. But it is not so for man; he aspires to a higher
\nwalk, to a path that masters all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I Trample on Thy
\nLaw <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI trample on thy law
\nwith living feet;
For to arise in freedom I was born.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf I am mighty let
\nmy force be unveiled
Equal companion of the dateless powers,
Or
\nelse let my frustrated soul sink down
Unworthy of Godhead in the
\noriginal sleep.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI claim from Time my
\nwill\u2019s eternity,
God from his moments\u2026
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith my living and
\nconscious feet I trample upon thy law, O Death, for I was born to
\narise in full freedom. If I am mighty \u2014 as I know I am \u2014 let my
\nforce reveal itself as equal to the eternal Powers, their companion.
\nIt I am not, then let my soul prove unworthy of the Godhead from
\nwhich it has come and plunge frustrated into the original sleep of
\ninconscience. I claim the eternity of my will from the grasp of Time.
\nI claim God from his becomings in the moments of Time."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Why should
\nImmortal will Stoop <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u2026 Death replied to
\nher,
\u201cWhy should the noble and immortal will
Stoop to the
\npetty works of transient earth,
Freedom forgotten and the
\nEternal\u2019s path?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr is this the high
\nuse of strength and thought,
To struggle with the bonds of death
\nand time
And spend the labour that might earn the gods
And
\nbattle and bear agony of wounds
To grasp the trivial joys that
\nearth can guard
In her small treasure-chest of passing things?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath answers:"Why
\nshould the noble and immortal will from on high stoop to busy itself
\nwith the small works of this transient earth, forgetting its own high
\nfreedom and its proper path of the Eternal? Is it the right and high
\nuse of strength and thought to struggle on earth with the bonds of
\ndeath and time and waste the effort that might tarn godhood if
\nemployed otherwise, to light and bear the inevitable agony of wounds,
\nto snatch the petty joys that the earth holds and guards in her small
\ntreasure-box of fleeting things?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Poor Shreds of
\nEarthly Life <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nChild, hast thou
\ntrodden the gods beneath thy feet
Only to win poor shreds of
\nearthly life
For him thou lov\u2019st cancelling the grand release,
\n
Keeping from early rapture of the heavens
His soul the
\nlenient deities have called?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAre thy arms sweeter
\nthan the courts of God?\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Child, hast
\nthou done this high feat of rising above the gods and putting them
\nbeneath thy feet only to secure the poor scraps of life on earth for
\nSatyavan whom thou lovest so much, cancelling the great please that
\nhas been granted to him, keeping him away From the bliss of heaven to
\nwhich the indulgent deities have called his soul? Are thy arms
\nsweeter than the celestial courts of God to which he is called?"<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
I walk on God’s
\nRoad <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe answered,
\n\u201cStraight I trample on the road
The strong hand hewed for me
\nwhich planned our paths.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI run where his
\nsweet dreadful voice commands
And I am driven by the reins of
\nGod. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhy drew he wide his
\nscheme of mighty worlds
Or filled infinity with his passionate
\nbreath? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri answers: "I
\nwalk straight on the road that has been hewed for me by the mighty
\nhand of God who has planned our paths. I run where the sweet and
\nimperious voice of God commands me and where I am driven by the reins
\nin his hands. Why did God draw wide his scheme of the great worlds,
\nwhy did he fill all infinity with his passionate, intense fervour?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Why my Mortal
\nFork <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr wherefore did he
\nbuild my mortal form
And sow in me his bright and proud desires,
\n
If not to achieve, to flower in me, to love,
Carving his
\nhuman image richly shaped
In thoughts and largenesses and golden
\npowers? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or why did he
\nbuild this human form of mine and plant in me his bright and high
\ndesires if not to achieve them, to see them blossom in me, to love?
\nHas he not carved in me his human image richly shaped in thoughts,
\nwide extension of being and truth-illumined powers?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
On Earth is The
\nGlory <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFar Heaven can wait
\nour coming in its calm.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEasy the heavens
\nwere to build for God.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth was his
\ndifficult matter, earth the glory
Gave of the problem and the
\nrace and strife.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere are the
\nominous masks, the terrible powers;
There it is greatness to
\ncreate the gods.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Heaven beyond
\ncan calmly wait for our coming. It was indeed easy for God to build
\nthe heavens. It is earth that has been the challenge, it is on earth
\nthat the glory is to be found by solving the problems, running the
\nrace and engaging in the strife. There on earth are the foreboding
\nmasks, the terrible powers to be contended with. It is true greatness
\nto establish godhood, to create the gods there on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
God’s charge to
\nhis Spirit in Man <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIs not the spirit
\nimmortal and absolved
Always, delivered from the grasp of Time?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhy came it down
\ninto the mortal\u2019s Space?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA charge he gave to
\nhis high spirit in man
And wrote a hidden decree on Nature\u2019s
\ntops. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe spirit is always
\nimmortal, ever free, beyond the hold of Time. Why did it come down
\ninto the Spare of the mortal? It was because God gave a noble mission
\nto his high spirit in man and stamped his hidden decree on Nature’s
\nforehead.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Wager Wonderful <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFreedom is this with
\never seated soul,
Large in life\u2019s limits, strong in Matter\u2019s
\nknots,
Building great stuff of action from the worlds
To make
\nfine wisdom from coarse scattered strands
And love and beauty out
\nof war and night,
The wager wonderful, the game divine.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a divine game,
\nthe wonderful challenge accepted by the Divine to achieve through the
\nindwelling soul in its inner freedom, \u2014 large despite the
\nencircling limitations of life, strong despite the binding knots of
\nMatter \u2014 a shaping of great action from the worlds, a fashioning of
\nfine wisdom from the coarse and loose strands of life-experience, a
\ncreating of love and beauty out of war and darkness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Soul’s Liberty
\nto Play with God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat liberty has the
\nsoul which feels not free
Unless stripped bare and cannot kiss
\nthe bonds
The Lover winds around his playmate\u2019s limbs,
\n
Choosing his tyranny, crushed in his embrace?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo seize him better
\nwith her boundless heart
She accepts the limiting circle of his
\narms,
Bows full of bliss beneath his mastering hands
And
\nlaughs in his rich constraints, most bound, most free.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is my answer to
\nthy lures, O Death.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Certainly the
\nsoul has no liberty if it does not feel free unless it is denuded of
\neverything, if it cannot kiss the bonds of its Lover, God, choose his
\ntyranny and rejoice being crushed in his embrace. In order to seize
\nhim more effectively with her unbounded heart, the soul accepts the
\nlimiting circle of his arms, submits in entire bliss beneath his
\nmasterful hands, and joys in his rich constraints; she is most free
\nwhen she is thus most bound."This. O Death, is my reply to thy
\ntemptations.’<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nImmutable, Death\u2019s
\ndenial met her cry:
\u201cHowever mighty, whatever thy secret name
\n
Uttered in hidden conclaves of the gods,
Thy heart\u2019s
\nephemeral passion cannot break
The iron rampart of accomplished
\nthings
With which the great Gods fence their camp in Space.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath is not moved.
\nHe answers by denial:"Whatever be thy secret Name that has been
\nuttered in the secret assembly of the gods \u2014 endowing thee with the
\nstrength signified by that Name \u2014 however powerful its efficacy,
\nthe heart’s passing passion cannot break the hard iron rampart of
\nthings that have been established, the rampart that has been erected
\nby the great Gods around their camp in Space.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nWhoever thou art
\nbehind thy human mask,
Even if thou art the Mother of the worlds
\n
And pegg\u2019st thy claim upon the realms of Chance,
The cosmic
\nLaw is greater than thy will.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven God himself
\nobeys the Laws he made:
The Law abides and never can it change,
\n
The Person is a bubble on Time\u2019s sea.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Whoever thou
\nmayest be behind thy human mask, even if thou be the Mother of the
\nworlds and stakest thy claim upon the realms of Chance, the cosmic
\nLaw is certainly greater than thy will. God himself obeys the Laws
\nthat he has made. The Law continues to be, it cannot change."The
\nindividual Person is after all only a temporary bubble on the sea of
\nTime.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Forerunner <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA forerunner of a
\ngreater Truth to come,
Thy soul creator of its freer Law,
\n
Vaunting a Force behind on which it leans,
A Light above
\nwhich none but thou hast seen,
Thou claimst the first fruits of
\nTruth\u2019s victory.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou art a
\nforerunner of a greater Truth that is to come; thy soul creates a
\nfreer Law of its own, drawing upon a Force behind it on which it
\nleans, upon a Light above which only thou hast seen. And thou
\nclaimest the first fruits of the victory of the Truth that is to be.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
What is Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut what is Truth
\nand who can find her form
Amid the specious images of sense,
\n
Amid the crowding guesses of the mind
And the dark
\nambiguities of a world
Peopled with the incertitudes of Thought?
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But what is
\nTruth? Who indeed can find the true form of Truth amidst all the
\nmisleading plausible forms erected by the senses, the countless
\nguesses posed by the mind, the dark and obscure ambiguities of a
\nworld full of the uncertainties of Thought?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thousand Cries <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor where is Truth
\nand when was her footfall heard
Amid the endless clamour of
\nTime\u2019s mart
And which is her voice amid the thousand cries
\n
That cross the listening brain and cheat the soul?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhere, indeed, is
\nTruth and when was her foot\u00acstep heard amid the ceaseless noise in
\nthe mart of Time? Which is the voice of Truth amid the thousand cries
\nthat crowd and pass through the listening brain and deceive the soul?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth a Splendid
\nWord <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr is Truth aught
\nbut a high starry name,
Or a vague and splendid word by which
\nman\u2019s thought
Sanctions and consecrates his nature\u2019s choice,
\n
The heart\u2019s wish donning knowledge as its robe,
The
\ncherished idea elect among the elect,
Thought\u2019s favourite mid
\nthe children of half-light
Who high-voiced crowd the playgrounds
\nof the mind
Or people its dormitories in infant sleep?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Or perhaps
\nTruth is nothing but a high name remote as a star. Or it is a vague
\nand impressive word which serves to express the mind’s justification
\nof man’s choice; maybe it is a cloak hiding the heart’s wish, maybe a
\npreferred idea most elected among the elect; maybe it is the
\nfavourite thought among the many children of mind’s half-light
\ncrowding the playgrounds of the mind with their loud voices or
\nfilling its dormitories in their infant sleep.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yes and No <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll things hang here
\nbetween God\u2019s yes and no,
Two Powers real but to each other
\nuntrue,
Two consort stars in the mooned night of mind
That
\ntowards two opposite horizons gaze,
The white head and black tail
\nof the mystic drake,
The swift and the lame foot, wing strong,
\nwing broken
Sustaining the body of the uncertain world,
A
\ngreat surreal dragon in the skies.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All moves here
\nbetween God’s yes and no, powers positive and negative which are real
\nin their respective action but unreal to each other as the one cannot
\nexist in the face of the other. They are two stars each by the side
\nof the other, in the moonlit night of the mind gazing at two opposite
\nhorizons. They are the white head and black tail of the mystic drake
\nsignifying the earth-soul. They are the swift foot and the lame, the
\nstrong wing and the broken of the great multidimensional dragon in
\nthe skies sustaining the body of this uncertain world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Zero Sum <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nToo dangerously thy
\nhigh proud truth must live
Entangled in Matter\u2019s mortal
\nlittleness. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll in this world is
\ntrue, yet all is false:
Its thoughts into an eternal cipher run,
\n
Its deeds swell to Time\u2019s rounded zero sum.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Indeed, thy
\nhigh proud Truth must live too dangerously in this world for it is
\nentangled in the mortal littleness of Matter. All here in this world
\nseems to be true, but it is only an appearance, all turns out to be
\nfalse. Ultimately all thoughts of this world culminate in an eternal
\nzero, all deeds finally come to nothing in Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man an Animal
\nand God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus man at once is
\nanimal and god,
A disparate enigma of God\u2019s mate
Unable to
\nfree the Godhead\u2019s form within,
A being less than himself, yet
\nsomething more,
The aspiring animal, the frustrate god,
Yet
\nneither beast nor deity but man,
But man tied to the kind earth\u2019s
\nlabour strives to exceed,
Climbing the stairs of God to higher
\nThings. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Man is at once
\nan animal and a god. Formed of totally different parts, he is an
\nenigma made by God; there is a form of Godhead within him which he is
\nunable to free from its imprisonment. In being still an animal. man
\nis something less than himself; in being a potential god, he is
\nsomething more than himself. He is an aspiring animal; he is at the
\nsame time a frustrated god. And yet he is neither wholly beast rot
\nwholly god; he is man. But man bound to the labour of the kindly
\nearth struggles to go beyond, climbing the stairs of God to reach
\nThings higher.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason upon a
\nPlank of Doubt <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nObjects are seemings
\nand none knows their truth,
Ideas are guesses of an ignorant god.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTruth has no home in
\nearth\u2019s irrational breast:
Yet without reason life is a tangle
\nof dreams,
But reason is poised above a dim abyss
And stands
\nat last upon a plank of doubt.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In this world
\nobjects are appearances and no one knows the truth of them. Ideas are
\nonly guesses of an ignorant god that man is. Truth can have no place
\nto live in the earth’s breast that is wholly irrational. And yet,
\nwithout reason life is a confused jumble of dreams, Reason, however,
\nis poised precariously above a dim abyss of the sub-conscious and the
\nplank on which it ultimately manages to stand is a plank of doubt, of
\nuncertainty.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Show me the
\nTruth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEternal truth lives
\nnot with mortal men.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr if she dwells not
\nwithin thy mortal heart,
Show me the body of the living Truth
Or
\ndraw for me the outline of her face
That I too may obey and
\nworship her. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen will I give
\nthee back thy Satyavan.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Eternal truth
\ncannot live with mortal beings. If at all she dwells within thee, thy
\nmortal heart, show me the body of that living Truth, draw for me the
\nlines of her face so that I too, Death, may obey and worship her."If
\nyou do that, I shall give back thy Satyavan to thee.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Facts and Law <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut here are only
\nfacts and steel-bound Law.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis truth I know
\nthat Satyavan is dead
And even thy sweetness cannot lure him
\nback. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNo magic Truth can
\nbring the dead to life,
No power of earth cancel the thing once
\ndone,
No joy of the heart can last surviving death,
No bliss
\npersuade the past to live again.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But here we
\nhave only facts and hard Law. I know it for truth that Satyavan is
\ndead and even the sweetness that is thine cannot tempt him to come
\nback. No magic Truth whatever can revive the dead, no earthly power
\ncancel what is once done. No joy of the heart can survive death, no
\nbliss can persuade the past that is gone to come back and live again.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Leave Thy Dead <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut Life alone can
\nsolace the mute Void
And fill with thought the emptiness of Time.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLeave then thy dead,
\nO Savitri, and live.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Life alone can
\ncomfort and till the mute Void created by death, occupy with thought
\nthe vacancy of Time. Leave thou thy dead behind and live a full
\nlife."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mortality
\nDisappears <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Woman answered
\nto the mighty Shade,
And as she spoke, mortality disappeared;
\n
Her Goddess self grew visible in her eyes,
Light came a dream
\nof heaven into her face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri, the Spirit
\nembodied as Woman, answers the mighty Shade. As she speaks, her
\nmortality disappears. The Divinity in her grows visible in her eyes;
\nlike a dream of heaven Light flows into her face.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death only a
\nblack Shadow’ <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cO Death, thou too
\nart God and yet not He,
But only his own black shadow on his path
\n
As leaving the Night he takes the upward Way
And drags with
\nhim its clinging inconscient Force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Death, thou
\nalso art God and yet thou art not quite that. Thou art his black
\nshadow on his path as he leaves the Night of Nescience and takes the
\nWay upward, dragging with him the still clinging inconscient Force of
\nthe Night.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thou art the
\ndark head <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOf God unconscious
\nthou art the dark head,
Of his Ignorance thou art the impenitent
\nsign,
Of its vast tenebrous womb the natural child,
On his
\nimmortality the sinister bar.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou art the dark
\nhead of the unconsciousness of God. Thou art the unashamed sign of
\nhis ignorance, thou art the natural child of the vast dark womb of
\nthat Ignorance. Thou art the unholy bar on his immortality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Contraries
\nAspects of God (I) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll contraries are
\naspects of God\u2019s face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Many are the
\ninnumerable One,
The One carries the multitude in his breast;
He
\nis the Impersonal, inscrutable, sole,
He is the one infinite
\nPerson seeing his world;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All opposites
\narc truly aspects of the face of God. The Many are only the One
\nshowing itself innumerably, the One holds the multitude in himself.
\nGod is the Impersonal, undefinable, alone; he is also the limitless
\nPerson looking at his manifestation, the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Contraries
\nAspects of God (II) <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Silence bears
\nthe Eternal\u2019s great dumb seal,
His light inspires the eternal
\nWord;
He is the Immobile\u2019s deep and deathless hush,
Its
\nwhite and signless blank negating calm,
Yet stands the creator
\nSelf, the almighty Lord
And watches his will done by the forms of
\ngods
And the desire that goads half-conscious man
And the
\nreluctant and unseeing Night.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The Silence
\ncarries the great unspoken sanction of God and yet the eternal Word
\nis inspired by his light. The deep and deathless hush of the
\nImmutable with its pure, featureless blank all-negating calm is he.
\nAnd yet he himself is the creator Self, the almighty Lord who watches
\nhis will executed by the gods who arc his own forms, watches the
\ncompelling desire goad the half-conscious man, goad the unwilling,
\nunseeing Night into movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThese wide divine
\nextremes, these inverse powers
Are the right and left side of the
\nbody of God;
Existence balanced twixt two mighty arms
Confronts
\nthe mind with unsolved abysms of Thought.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"These wide
\ndivine extremes, these contrary powers are truly the right and left
\nof God’s body. It one Existence poised between two mighty arms that
\nconfronts the mind with unplumbed profounds of Thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nDarkness below, a
\nfathomless Light above,
In Light are joined, but sundered by
\nsevering Mind
Stand face to face, opposite, inseparable,
Two
\ncontraries needed for his great World-task,
Two poles whose
\ncurrents wake the immense World-Force.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Below there is
\ndarkness: above there is endless Light.The two contraries are joined
\nin Light but the dividing Mind tears them apart and they stand facing
\neach other, opposites, ever confronting each other. The two
\ncontraries are indispensable for the gnat World-task of God: they are
\nthe two poles whose opposite currents in their interaction awake the
\nmighty immense World-Force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nIn the stupendous
\nsecrecy of his Self,
Above the world brooding with equal wings,
\n
He is both in one beginningless, without end:
Transcending
\nboth, he enters the Absolute.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Standing above
\nthe world, in the mighty secrecy of his Self, brooding in
\nconcentration with equal wings, he assumes both the contraries in
\nhimself, one without beginning, without end. Transcending both of
\nthem he enters the state of the Absolute.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nHis being is a
\nmystery beyond mind,
His ways bewilder mortal ignorance;
The
\nfinite in its little sections parked,
Amazed, credits not God\u2019s
\naudacity
Who dares to be the unimagined All
And see and act
\nas might one Infinite.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"God’s being is
\na mystery unfathomable by the mind; his ways baffle mortal ignorance.
\nThe finite in its fragments is amazed and is unable to believe in the
\naudacity of God who adventures in becoming the All unimagined by it,
\nand who sees and acts as one Infinite would.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Against Human
\nReason <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAgainst human reason
\nthis is his offence;
Being known to be for ever unknowable,
To
\nbe all and yet transcend the mystic whole,
Absolute, to lodge in
\na relative world of Time,
Eternal and all-knowing, to suffer
\nbirth,
Omnipotent, to sport with Chance and Fate,
Spirit, yet
\nto be Matter and the Void,
Illimitable, beyond form or name
To
\ndwell within a body, one and supreme
To be animal and human and
\ndivine:
A still deep sea, he laughs in rolling waves:
Universal,
\nhe is all,\u2014transcendent, none.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"This is God’s
\noffence against human reason, this is how he challenges it: he
\ninsists on remaining for ever unknowable; he is all and yet he
\nexceeds all. the mystic whole: he is absolute, and yet he dwells in
\nthis relative world in Time; he is eternal and all-knowing and yet he
\nundergoes the pangs of birth; he is omnipotent and yet he plays with
\nChance and Fate as if subject to them; he is the Spirit and yet he
\nbecomes Matter, he becomes the Void; he is illimitable, beyond the
\nlimitations of form or name and yet he dwells within a body: he is
\none and supreme and yet he becomes the animal, the human, the divine;
\nhe is a stilt, deep sea and yet he laughs in the rolling waves; as
\nthe universal, he is all, but as the transcendent, he is none.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nTo man\u2019s
\nrighteousness this is his cosmic crime,
Almighty beyond good and
\nevil to dwell
Leaving the good to their fate in a wicked world
\n
And evil to reign in this enormous scene.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cTo man’s sense of
\nrighteousness it is a crime of God against the whole cosmos that
\nthough Almighty, he chooses to dwell beyond good and evil abandoning
\nthe good to the mercy of their fate in this wicked world and letting
\nevil rule in this immense scene.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Aimless Labour <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll opposition seems
\nand strife and chance
An aimless labour with but scanty sense
To
\neyes that see a part and miss the whole;
The surface men scan,
\nthe depths refuse their search:
A hybrid mystery challenges the
\nview,
Or a discouraging sordid miracle.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"To eyes that
\nsee only a pan and miss the whole, oil appears an opposition, strife,
\nchance, a labour without aim, with hardly any sense. Men can plumb
\nand scan only the surfaces, the depths do not yield to their search.
\nThe eye is confronted with a mixed mystery or a dis-heartening
\nsqualid miracle.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Hidden
\nIntelligence <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet in the exact
\nInconscient\u2019s stark conceit,
In the casual error of the world\u2019s
\nignorance
A plan, a hidden Intelligence is glimpsed.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a purpose
\nin each stumble and fall;
Nature\u2019s most careless lolling is a
\npose
Preparing some forward step, some deep result.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Yet, in the
\nimposing exactness of the workings of the Inconscient, in the
\ncareless error of the world’s ignorance, one sees a plan, a secret
\nIntelligence at work. There is some purpose in each stumble and each
\nfall. Even the most careless, lazy movement of Nature is only an
\nappearance, a posturing, preparing behind it some forward step, some
\nsignificant result.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Harmonious Theme
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIngenious notes
\nplugged into a motived score,
These million discords dot the
\nharmonious theme
Of the evolution\u2019s huge orchestral dance.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Like cleverly
\ndesigned notes filled into a purposive composition, these innumerable
\ndiscords are only the many tiny points marking the harmonious theme
\nof the huge orchestral dance of Nature’s evolution.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA Truth supreme has
\nforced the world to be;
It has wrapped itself in Matter as in a
\nshroud,
A shroud of Death, a shroud of Ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"A supreme
\nTruth has brought the world into being. It has veiled itself in
\nMatter as in a shroud which is at once a shroud of Death, a shroud of
\nignorance.Ignorance and Death are not eternal truths; they are only
\nshrouds concealing the Truth that ensouls Matter and impels from
\nwithin the formation of the material world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth-Compelled
\nOpposites <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt compelled the
\nsuns to burn through silent Space,
Flame-signs of its
\nuncomprehended Thought
In a wide brooding ether\u2019s formless
\nmuse:
It made of Knowledge a veiled and struggling light,
Of
\nBeing a substance nescient, dense and dumb,
Of Bliss the beauty
\nof an insentient world.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"That Truth
\ncompels the suns to bum through silent Space; the suns are the
\nflaming flares of its own ungrasped Thought in the formless
\ncontemplation of a wide brooding ether. It converted Knowledge into
\nan obscured and struggling light, luminous Being into an inconscient,
\ndense and dumb substance, Bliss into the beauty of an insentient
\nworld.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Conscious
\nInfinite <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn finite things the
\nconscious Infinite dwells:
Involved it sleeps in Matter\u2019s
\nhelpless trance,
It rules the world from its sleeping senseless
\nVoid;
Dreaming it throws out mind and heart and soul
To
\nlabour crippled, bound, on the hard earth;
A broken whole it
\nworks through scattered points;
Its gleaming shards are Wisdom\u2019s
\ndiamond thoughts,
Its shadowy reflex our ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The conscious
\nInfinite dwells in finite things, It is involved and asleep in the
\npervading trance of Matter. From its dormant, insensible Void it
\ngoverns the world. In its dream it throws up mind, heart and soul
\nwhich struggle and labour in their crippled and bound conditions on
\nthe hard inhospitable earth. This fragmented whole works through its
\nmany scattered points. Its glistening broken pieces are diamond
\nthoughts of Wisdom and its shadowy reflex is our ignorance<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Being Shaped
\nfrom Mute Mass <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt starts from the
\nmute mass in countless jets,
It fashions a being out of brain and
\nnerve,
A sentient creature from its pleasures and
\npangs. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The hidden
\nTruth starts its emergence from the dumb inconscicnt Matter in
\nnumberless jets at innumerable points, it throws itself out in a
\nmultitude of forms; out of physical brain and nerve it shapes a
\nconseient being and from the pleasures and pains of life it develops
\na sentient creature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Unconsidered
\nGuest Leaves <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA pack of feelings
\nobscure, a dot of sense
Survives awhile answering the shocks of
\nlife,
Then crushed or, its force spent, leaves the dead form,
\n
Leaves the huge universe in which it lived
An insignificant
\nunconsidered guest.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For a while
\nthis bundle of obscure feelings, a sense-point, survives meeting the
\nshocks of life. The being, either crushed or exhausted, leaves the
\nform which is dead, departs from the huge universe in which it lived
\nas but a petty, inconsequential sojourner.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
But the Soul
\nGrows <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut the soul grows
\nconcealed within its house;
It gives to the body its strength and
\nmagnificence;
It follows aims in an ignorant aimless world,
It
\nlends significance to earth\u2019s meaningless life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut all the while,
\nconcealed in the body, its dwelling place, the soul grows. It gives
\nto the body its strength and greatness. In this ignorant and
\napparently aimless world, the soul follows its own aims and it lends
\nmeaning to earth’s apparently meaningless life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Demi-God Animal <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA demi-god animal,
\ncame thinking man.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe wallows in mud,
\nyet heavenward soars in thought;
He plays and ponders, laughs and
\nweeps and dreams,
Satisfies his little longings like the beast;
\n
He pores upon life\u2019s book with student eyes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe thinking man is
\nboth an animal and a half-god. Like an animal, he indulges in low
\npursuits: yet like a god-in-the-making, he soars high towards heaven
\nin his thought. He plays and yet he thinks deep; he laughs and yet he
\nweeps and dreams, Like the beast he is occupied with satisfying his
\npetty desires: like a potential god he studies the book of life with
\ndiligence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Into Spiritual
\nMind <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut of this tangle
\nof intellect and sense,
Out of the narrow scope of finite thought
\n
At last he wakes into spiritual mind;
A high liberty begins
\nand luminous room:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Wading through
\nthis medley of intellect and sense, this narrow range of finite
\nthought, man at last wakes into a spiritual mind. He begins to feel a
\nhigh freedom and a luminous expansion.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
He Meets the
\nGods <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe glimpses
\neternity, touches the infinite,
He meets the gods in great and
\nsudden hours,
He feels the universe as his larger self,
Makes
\nspace and time his opportunity
To join the heights and depths of
\nbeing in light,
In the heart\u2019s cave speaks secretly with God.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Here in the
\nspiritual mind he gets a glimpse of eternity, he even touches the
\ninfinite. In great and unexpected moments he encounters the gods. He
\nrealises the universe to be his own wider self. He utilises the
\ncircumstances of Space and Time to link up the heights and the depths
\nof his being in a supernal light. And in the secrecies of his heart
\nhe communes alone with God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reflections of
\nthe Sun <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut these are
\ntouches and high moments lived;
Fragments of Truth supreme have
\nlit his soul,
Reflections of the sun in waters still.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But all these
\nare just touches, experiences of high moments. A few fragments of the
\nsupreme Truth have touched his soul. They are like the reflections of
\nthe sun in still waters, not the real sun in possession \u2014 they are
\nnot his normal life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Supreme Ascent <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA few have dared the
\nlast supreme ascent
And break through borders of blinding light
\nabove,
And feel a breath around of mightier air,
Receive a
\nvaster being\u2019s messages
And bathe in its immense intuitive Ray.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"A few have
\ndared and attempted to achieve the final supreme ascent. They have
\nbroken through the borders of the intense binding light above,
\nbreathed a mightier air around, received intimations of a vaster
\nexistence and bathed in the outpouring of its Ray of intuition.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Outskirts of
\nHouse of Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn summit Mind are
\nradiant altitudes
Exposed to the lustre of Infinity,
Outskirts
\nand dependences of the house of Truth,
Upraised estates of Mind
\nand measureless.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"On the highest
\nplane of the Mind are bright altitudes open to the radiance of
\nInfinity, borderlands and extensions of the house of Truth, elevated
\nand boundless estates of Mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man can visit
\nthere <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere man can visit
\nbut there he cannot live.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA cosmic Thought
\nspreads out its vastitudes;
Its smallest parts are here
\nphilosophies
Challenging with their detailed immensity,
Each
\nfiguring an omniscient scheme of things.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Man can visit
\nthose altitudes but he cannot live there. There a cosmic Thought is
\nspread out in its vastnesses; fragments of it become great
\nphilosophies here imposing in detail their immensity, each philosophy
\nconceiving its own omniscient scheme of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Blaze of Light <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut higher still can
\nclimb the ascending light;
There are vasts of vision and eternal
\nsuns,
Oceans of an immortal luminousness,
Flame-hills
\nassaulting heaven with their peaks,
There dwelling all becomes a
\nblaze of sight;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"It is possible
\nfor the ascending light to climb still higher. There are found vasts
\nof vision and suns eternal, veritable oceans of an immortal
\nluminousness, flame-peaks piercing heaven. For one dwelling there
\neverything turns into blazing sight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Burning Head of
\nVision <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA burning head of
\nvision leads the mind,
Thought trails behind it its long comet
\ntail;
The heart glows, an illuminate and seer,
And sense is
\nkindled into identity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"An illumined
\nrevelation dominates the mind and thought follows the revelation as
\nits comet tail, the heart is illumined and becomes a seer \u2014 it does
\nnot merely feel but also sees things in their truth. The very sense
\nthat has to seize and experience is now lit up into a spontaneous
\nidentification with its object.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Intuition\u2019s
\nLightnings <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA highest flight
\nclimbs to a deepest view:
In a wide opening of its native sky
\n
Intuition\u2019s lightnings range in a bright pack
Hunting all
\nhidden truths out of their lairs,
Its fiery edge of seeing
\nabsolute
Cleaves into locked unknown retreats of self,
Rummages
\nthe sky-recesses of the brain,
Lights up the occult chambers of
\nthe heart;
Its spear-point ictus of discovery
Pressed on the
\ncover of name, the screen of form,
Strips bare the secret soul of
\nall that is. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Still higher
\nconies a summit which gives a view into the utmost deeps. In those
\nwide horizons play flashes of intuition in bright companies, hunting
\nout bidden truths from their lairs. The fiery edge of intuitive sight
\nforces its way into the closed and unexplored regions of the self,
\nsearches out the high secrecies of the brain, lights up the secret
\nchambers of the heart. Intuition’s piercing power of discovery breaks
\nthrough the veil of name and form and bares the secret soul of
\neverything.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Veil Torn <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThought there has
\nrevelation\u2019s sun-bright eyes;
The Word, a mighty and inspiring
\nVoice,
Enters Truth\u2019s inmost cabin of privacy
And tears
\naway the veil from God and life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"In that realm
\nof intuition, thought sees with the bright eyes of revelation. The
\ncreative Word, the potent and inspiring Voice enters the secret
\nchamber of Truth and tears away the veil that covers the reality of
\nGod and of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThen stretches the
\nboundless finite\u2019s last expanse,
The cosmic empire of the
\nOvermind,
Time\u2019s buffer state bordering Eternity,
Too vast
\nfor the experience of man\u2019s soul:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Above the
\naltitudes of intuition, are spread out the yams of the Overmind,
\ncosmic in their range, the last expanse of the finite in its
\nboundless extension. It is, as it were, the huller state between
\nEternity and Time, the belt where the Eternal crosses into the
\ntemporal. It is too vast for the normal experience of man’s soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAll here gathers
\nbeneath one golden sky:
The Powers that build the cosmos station
\ntake
In its house of infinite possibility;
Each god from
\nthere builds his own nature\u2019s world;
Ideas are phalanxed like a
\ngroup of sums;
Thought crowds in masses seized by one regard;
\n
All Time is one body, Space a single book:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All is
\ngathered below one luminous sky: the Powers that fashion the cosmos
\ntake up their positions in this field of unbounded possibilities;
\neach god operates from here building his own world according to his
\nnature; ideas that create are marshalled here like groups of
\nmathematical sums; masses of thought are held together by one Eye:
\nall Time is one frame, all Space is a single book, one extension.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThere is the
\nGodhead\u2019s universal gaze
And there the boundaries of immortal
\nMind:
The line that parts and joins the hemispheres
Closes in
\non the labour of the Gods
Fencing eternity from the toil of Time.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There in the
\novermind is the one, universe-wide gaze of the Godhead; there are the
\nlast boundaries of the Mind that is truly immortal, that is the line
\nbetween the tipper and the lower hemispheres of Creation, the
\nborder-line that separates from Eternity the field of the labour of
\nthe Gods in Time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Golden Country
\nof Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn her glorious
\nkingdom of eternal light
All-ruler, ruled by none, the Truth
\nsupreme,
Omnipotent, omniscient and alone,
In a golden
\ncountry keeps her measureless house;
In its corridor she hears
\nthe tread that comes
Out of the Unmanifest never to return
Till
\nthe Unknown is known and seen by men.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Still above is
\nthe glorious kingdom of eternal light where the supreme Truth, ruler
\nof all, ruled by none, all-powerful, all-knowing, alone, dwells in
\nher boundless home in a gold-bright country of the Spirit. There in
\nits corridors she hears the tread of the Eternal coming out of the
\nUmnanifest never to return until the Unknown is made known and seen
\nby men. That is the realm where the Spirit emerges from the
\nunmanifest state to move into manifestation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The Mighty
\nMother Sits <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove the stretch
\nand blaze of cosmic Sight,
Above the silence of the wordless
\nThought,
Formless creator of immortal forms,
Nameless,
\ninvestitured with the name divine,
Transcending Time\u2019s hours,
\ntranscending Timelessness,
The Mighty Mother sits in lucent calm
\n
And holds the eternal Child upon her knees,
Attending the day
\nwhen he shall speak to Fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There above
\nthe expanse and radiance of cosmos-wide Sight, above the Silence of
\nwordless Thought, is the Mighty Mother Creatrix, herself formless,
\nbut creator of immortal forms; herself nameless, but hallowed with
\nthe divine name: she transcends the flow of Time, she transcends also
\nTimelessness. She sits in her luminous calm holding the eternal
\nChild, creation, upon her knees, awaiting the time when the Child
\nwill grow up and take account of his Destiny \u2014 the Purpose for
\nwhich he is brought into being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Imperishable
\nHarmony <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is the image
\nof our future\u2019s hope;
There is the sun for which all darkness
\nwaits,
There is the imperishable harmony;
The world\u2019s
\ncontradictions climb to her and are one:
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There is the
\nfull figure of our hope for the future; there is the radiant sun for
\nwhich all the darkness of the world below waits; there is the undying
\nharmony for which the world yearns. There do all the contradictions
\nof the world climb and find their resolution in her, the Mighty
\nMother.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth, Love and
\nBliss <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is the Truth
\nof which the world\u2019s truths are shreds,
The Light of which the
\nworld\u2019s ignorance is the shade
Till Truth draws back the shade
\nthat it has cast,
The Love our hearts call down to heal all
\nstrife,
The Bliss for which the world\u2019s derelict sorrows yearn:
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There is the
\nTruth of which the truths of the world arc little fragments, the
\nLight of which the world’s ignorance is a shade that lasts till the
\nTruth that casts it draws it back; there is the Love which our hearts
\npine for and call down to heal all strife and conflict; there is the
\nBliss for which the neglected sorrows of the world long.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Visits of
\nGodhead <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThence comes the
\nglory sometimes seen on earth,
The visits of Godhead to the human
\nsoul,
The Beauty and the dream on Nature\u2019s face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"From there
\nconies the glory that is sometimes seen on earth in the descents of
\nGod into the human soul, in the form of special Beauty and dream on
\nthe visage of Nature<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Perfection Calls
\nto Perfection <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere the perfection
\nborn from eternity
Calls to it the perfection born in Time,
The
\ntruth of God surprising human life,
The image of God overtaking
\nfinite shapes.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There in that
\nrealm is the perfection of the Eternal summoning to it thy perfection
\nthat is preparing in Time. There is the truth of God that overcomes
\nhuman life with surprise, there is the image of God that overtakes
\nfinite shapes giving them a divine significance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThere is a world of
\neverlasting Light,
In the realms of the immortal Supermind
Truth
\nwho hides here her head in mystery,
Her riddle deemed by reason
\nimpossible
In the stark structure of material form,
Unenigmaed
\nlives, unmasked her face and there
Is Nature and the common law
\nof things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere in the realms
\nof the immortal Supermind is a world of perennial Light. Truth who
\nconceals her face in mystery in the worlds below, whose structure of
\nthe material form is considered an insoluble riddle by reason, lives
\nwithout ambiguity in this world of Light; her fare is unmasked. There
\nalso is found Nature and the general law of things in their stark
\nreality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Body of Spirit
\nStuff <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere in a body made
\nof spirit stuff,
The hearth-stone of the everlasting Fire,
\n
Action translates the movements of the soul,
Thought steps
\ninfallible and absolute
And life is a continual worship\u2019s rite,
\n
A sacrifice of rapture to the One.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"There the body
\nis made of the substance of the spirit, it is the hearth on which
\nburns the immortal Fire. Action in that body is a rendering of the
\nmovements of the soul within; thought is infallible and absolute in
\nits manifestations; life is a continuous worship, a Sacrifice of joy
\nto the One, the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Infinite in
\nFinite Form <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA cosmic vision, a
\nspiritual sense
Feels all the Infinite lodged in finite form
And
\nseen through a quivering ecstasy of light
Discovers the bright
\nface of the Bodiless,
In the truth of a moment, in the moment\u2019s
\nsoul
Can sip the honey-wine of Eternity.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"A cosmos-wide
\nvision, a spiritual sense feels the entire Infinite dwelling in the
\nfinite form; seeing through a scintillating ecstasy of light, it
\ndiscovers the luminous face of the Bodiless in each form. It can
\ntaste the sweet wine of Eternity in the reality of the moment.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA Spirit who is no
\none and innumerable,
The one mystic infinite Person of his world
\n
Multiplies his myriad personality,
On all his bodies seals
\nhis divinity\u2019s stamp
And sits in each immortal and unique.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"A Spirit who
\nis not any one and is also innumerable, is the one mystic and
\ninfinite Person of his world who throws his infinite personality into
\nthe many; and on all his bodies thus multiplied he puts the seal of
\nhis divinity and in each body, each form, he dwells immortal and
\nunique.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
ImmobiLe,
\nImmutable <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Immobile stands
\nbehind each daily act,
A background of the movement and the
\nscene,
Upholding creation on its might and calm
And change on
\nthe Immutable\u2019s deathless poise.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Behind each
\ndaily act stands the Immobile supporting it, forming the background
\nof that movement and scene. On the base of its might and calm the
\nImmobile upholds the Creation. And all change takes place on the
\nunchanging, deathless poise of the Immutable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ineffable’s Robe
\nof Speech <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Timeless looks
\nout from the travelling hours;
The Ineffable puts on a robe of
\nspeech
Where all its words are woven like magic threads
Moving
\nwith beauty, inspiring with their gleam,
And every thought takes
\nup its destined place
Recorded in the memory of the world.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The Eternal
\nlooks out through moving time. The inexpressible dons a robe of
\nspeech in which words are woven like magic threads, moving
\nbeautifully, inspiring with their glow, and every thought occupies
\nits just place and is recorded in the subtle memory of the world.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pure Gold
\nSupreme Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Truth supreme,
\nvast and impersonal
Fits faultlessly the hour and circumstance,
\n
Its substance a pure gold ever the same
But shaped into
\nvessels for the spirit\u2019s use,
Its gold becomes the wine jar and
\nthe vase. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"The supreme
\nTruth, vast and impersonal though it is, adjusts itself accurately to
\nthe moment and the circumstance. Its substance is a pure bright gold
\nwhich remains the same always whatever shapes it is cast into for the
\nuse of the spirit in manifestation; its gold becomes the wine jar of
\nbliss and the vase of beauty.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Supreme Epiphany
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll there is a
\nsupreme epiphany:
The All-Wonderful makes a marvel of each event,
\n
The All-Beautiful is a miracle in each shape;
The
\nAll-Blissful smites with rapture the heart\u2019s throbs,
A pure
\ncelestial joy is the use of sense.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"All in that
\nTruth-world is a supreme manifestation. The All-Wonderful Creator
\nmakes of each event a marvel; the All-Beautiful shapes a miracle in
\neach form; the All-Blissful fills with rapture each heart-throb. A
\npure heavenly joy is the yield of sense. Everything there is a play
\nof celestial wonder, beauty, bliss.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nEach being there is
\na member of the Self,
A portion of the million-thoughted All,
A
\nclaimant to the timeless Unity,
The many\u2019s sweetness, the joy
\nof difference
Edged with the intimacy of the One.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Each being
\nthere is a part of the Self, a portion of the All who flows in a
\nmillion streams of thought; each claims to share in the eternal Unity
\nof all, in the sweetness of the many, in the joy of difference that
\nis bordered by the piercing of the intimacy of the One."The
\nbliss of oneness is enhanced by the play of the many.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
**Words Shadow
\nthe Truth<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut who can show to
\nthee Truth\u2019s glorious face?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur human words can
\nonly shadow her.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo thought she is an
\nunthinkable rapture of light,
To speech a marvel inexpressible.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But who can
\nshow to thee the glorious face of Truth? Not our human words; they
\ncan only shadow her. For thought, Truth is a rapture of light beyond
\nits range. For speech, Truth is an ineffable marvel.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nO Death, if thou
\ncouldst touch the Truth supreme
Thou wouldst grow suddenly wise
\nand cease to be.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf our souls could
\nsee and love and clasp God\u2019s Truth,
Its infinite radiance would
\nseize our hearts,
Our being in God\u2019s image be remade
And
\nearthly life become the life divine.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Death, if
\nthou couldst only touch the supreme Truth, thou wouldst suddenly glow
\nwise and in so doing thou wouldst cease to be. For thou art a product
\nof Ignorance and Ignorance would get dissolved by the Knowledge that
\nlights up at the touch of Truth. If our souls could see God’s Truth.
\nlove and clasp her, her infinite radiance would seize our hearts, our
\nbeing would be remade in the image of God and life on earth would
\nbecome the life divine."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
How Bridge The
\nGulf? <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen Death the last
\ntime answered Savitri:
\u201cIf Truth supreme transcends her shadow
\nhere
Severed by Knowledge and the climbing vasts,
What bridge
\ncan cross the gulf that she has left
Between her and the
\ndream-world she has made?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath answers for
\nthe last time:"It the supreme Truth transcends her shadow here
\nin the world, separated by the climbing vases of being and the
\ndissolving Knowledge, what bridge can span the gulf that Truth has
\nleft between herself and the dream-world of her creation?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Who could Bring
\ndown Truth <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr who could hope to
\nbring her down to men
And persuade to tread the harsh globe with
\nwounded feet,
Leaving her unapproachable glory and bliss,
\n
Wasting her splendour on pale earthly air?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIs thine that
\nstrength, O beauty of mortal limbs,
O soul who flutterest to
\nescape my net?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Who could ever
\nhope to bring this supreme Truth down to men and persuade her to walk
\non this harsh globe with feet that are sure to be wounded, leaving
\nbehind her own unreachable glory and bliss and wasting her splendour
\nhere on this pale earthly air? Hast thou that strength. O beauty made
\nof mortal limbs, O soul who an struggling to fly away from my net?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Who art Thou <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWho then art thou
\nhiding in human guise?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThy voice carries
\nthe sound of infinity,
Knowledge is with thee, Truth speaks
\nthrough thy words;
The light of things beyond shines in thy eyes.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut where is thy
\nstrength to conquer Time and Death?
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHast thou God\u2019s
\nforce to build heaven\u2019s values here? <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n"Who art thou
\ntruly, thou who art hiding in this human garb? The sound of infinity
\nis in thy voice; Knowledge is with thee; Truth speaks through thy
\nspeech: the light of the beyond shines in thy eyes. But hast thou the
\nstrength that alone can conquer Time and Death? Hast thou God\u2019s
\nforce to build heaven’s truths here on earth?<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Power is the Arm
\nof God <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor truth and
\nknowledge are an idle gleam,
If Knowledge brings not power to
\nchange the world,
If Might comes not to give to Truth her right.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA blind Force, not
\nTruth has made this ignorant world,
A blind Force, not Truth
\norders the lives of men:
By Power, not Light, the great Gods rule
\nthe world;
Power is the arm of God, the seal of Fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"For truth and
\nknowledge remain a vain gleam if knowledge does not give the power
\nthat is necessary to change the world, if Might does not follow to
\nenable Truth to effectuate herself. Knowledge is barren without
\nPower. Not Truth but a blind Force has created this ignorant world.
\nNot Truth but a blind Force governs the lives of men here. Not by
\nLight, but by Power do the great Gods rule the world. Indeed, Power
\nis the arm of God, Power is the final seal of Fate; God acts through
\nPower, Fate works through Power.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reveal Thy Power
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO human claimant to
\nimmortality,
Reveal thy power, lay bare thy spirit\u2019s force,
\n
Then will I give back to thee Satyavan.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr if the Mighty
\nMother is with thee,
Show me her face that I may worship her;
\n
Let deathless eyes look into the eyes of Death,
An
\nimperishable Force touching brute things
Transform earth\u2019s
\ndeath into immortal life.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O thou who
\nclaimest immortality though thou art human, show me thy power, unveil
\nthe force of thy spirit. Then only will I return Saiyavan to thee. If
\nthe Mighty Divine Mother is with thee, show me her form so that I may
\nworship her. Let her deathless eyes gaze into the eyes of Death; let
\nan immortal Force touch the mortal things of earth and transform
\ndeath, that plagues the earth, into life immortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Then can Thy
\nDead Return <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen can thy dead
\nreturn to thee and live,
The prostrate earth perhaps shall lift
\nher gaze
And feel near her the secret body of God
And love
\nand joy overtake fleeing Time.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Then alone can
\nthy dead (Satyavan) come back to thee and live. Then, perhaps, this
\nprostrate earth will lift up her gaze and feel nor herself the secret
\nbody of God and love and joy get the better of fleeting Time and
\nestablish themselves eternally."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
No more need of
\nInconscient’s Screen <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd Savitri looked
\non Death and answered not.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlmost it seemed as
\nif in his symbol shape
The world\u2019s darkness had consented to
\nHeaven-light
And God needed no more the Inconscient\u2019s screen.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri looks on
\nDeath, but does not speak in reply. It almost looks as if in Death’s
\nsymbol form the world’s darkness has yielded to Heaven-light and God
\nno more needs the veil of the Inconscient for his working.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA mighty
\ntransformation came on her.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA halo of the
\nindwelling Deity,
The Immortal\u2019s lustre that had lit her face
\n
And tented its radiance in her body\u2019s house,
Overflowing
\nmade the air a luminous sea.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA great
\ntransformation comes over Savitri. A halo of the Deity dwelling in
\nher, the lustre of the Immortal that has ever lit her face and
\noccupied her body with its radiance, overflows and turns the air
\naround into a sea of light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Incarnation
\nthrusts aside the Veil <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a flaming moment
\nof apocalypse
The Incarnation thrust aside its veil.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA little figure in
\ninfinity
Yet stood and seemed the Eternal\u2019s very house,
As
\nif the world\u2019s centre was her very soul
And all wide space was
\nbut its outer robe.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn a flaming moment
\nof revelation the Incarnation that is Savitri casts aside its human
\nveil. In the immensity of the infinite, that little figure still
\nstands and seems the actual home of the Eternal. It looks as if her
\nsoul is actually the centre of the world and the entire wide space is
\nonly the outer robe of her soul.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Omniscient’s
\nGaze <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA curve of the calm
\nhauteur of far heaven
Descending into earth\u2019s humility,
Her
\nforehead\u2019s span vaulted the Omniscient\u2019s gaze,
Her eyes were
\ntwo stars that watched the universe.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike a curve of the
\ncalm, high dignity of celestial heavens coming down into the humility
\nof earth. the gaze of the Omniscient shines across her forehead ; her
\ntwo eyes are like two stars watching the whole universe<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Power And
\nPresence Come Down <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Power that from
\nher being\u2019s summit reigned,
The Presence chambered in lotus
\nsecrecy,
Came down and held the centre in her brow
Where the
\nmind\u2019s Lord in his control-room sits;
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Power that
\nreigns from the supreme heights of her being, the Presence that
\ndwells in the secret chamber of the thousand-petalled Lotus 1<\/SUP>
\nat the crown of her head, comes down and occupies the Centre in the
\nmiddle of her eye-brows 2<\/SUP> from where the seeing Will in
\nthe mind functions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n1<\/SUP>
\nsahasr\u0101ra2<\/SUP>\u0101jni<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Eye-Brow Centre <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere throned on
\nconcentration\u2019s native seat
He opens that third mysterious eye
\nin man,
The Unseen\u2019s eye that looks at the unseen,
When
\nLight with a golden ecstasy fills his brain
And the Eternal\u2019s
\nwisdom drives his choice
And eternal Will seizes the mortal\u2019s
\nwill. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere sits the Lord
\nof the mind on his natural seat of concentration. He opens the third
\neye in man \u2014 an eye that is secret in addition to the two outer
\nphysical eyes; it is the subtle eye of the Unseen that looks at all
\nthat is not seen by the physical eyes. It opens when a Light with
\nspiritual ecstasy fills his brain, when the wisdom of the Eternal
\ncompels his choice and the eternal Will occupies his mortal will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Throat-Centre <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt stirred in the
\nlotus of her throat of song,
And in her speech throbbed the
\nimmortal Word,
Her life sounded with the steps of the World-Soul
\n
Moving in harmony with the cosmic Thought.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Power moves and
\nvibrates in the mystic lotus of her throat. the Centre of expression:
\n3<\/SUP> and the immortal, inspired Word throbs in her speech.
\nThe World-Soul reverberates in her lips, its movements in harmony
\nwith the cosmic Thought. Savitri’s life-movements are taken up by
\nthe. World-Soul and set in tune with the cosmic Thought-movements.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n3<\/SUP>
\nvishuddha<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heart-Centre <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs glides God\u2019s
\nsun into the mystic cave
Where hides his light from the pursuing
\ngods,
It glided into the lotus of her heart
And woke in it
\nthe Force that alters Fate.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLike God’s sun
\ngliding into the secret rave and hiding his light from the lesser
\npowers who are in pursuit of him, the Power moves smoothly into the
\nlotus of her heart, the Centre of emotions, 4<\/SUP> and wakes up
\nin it the irresistible Force that can change even Fate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n4<\/SUP> an\u0101hata<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Vital Centres <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt poured into a
\nnavel\u2019s lotus depth,
Lodged in the little life-nature\u2019s
\nnarrow home,
On the body\u2019s longings grew heaven-rapture\u2019s
\nflower
And made desire a pure celestial flame,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Power pours into
\nthe lotus of the navel, the centre of the vita! Moventents, 5<\/SUP>
\nthen goes further down into the centre of the petty lower-vital
\ndesires 6<\/SUP>; as a result a heavenly rapture begins to flow
\nfrom the grosser physical longings and desire turns into a pure
\ncelestial flame.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n5<\/SUP>
\nmanip\u016bra6<\/SUP> sv\u0101dhisth\u0101na<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Basal Centre <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBroke into the cave
\nwhere coiled World-Energy sleeps
And smote the thousand-hooded
\nserpent Force
That blazing towered and clasped the World-Self
\nabove,
Joined Matter\u2019s dumbness to the Spirit\u2019s hush
And
\nfilled earth\u2019s acts with the Spirit\u2019s silent power.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe Power breaks
\ninto the secret station at the base of the spine 7<\/SUP> where
\nsleeps the World-Energy coiled three and a half times and strikes the
\nmultiple headed serpent-force, Kundalini. Thus struck, the
\nserpent-force rises and thrusts its way upwards till it meets and
\njoins the World-Self seated above in the thousand-petalled lotus at
\nthe crown of the head. And as this meeting of the Force from below
\nand the Self seated above \u2014 Shakti and Shiva \u2014 takes place, the
\ndumb state of Matter is joined to the silence of the Spirit,
\nmovements of the physical earth are filled with the silent Power of
\nthe Spirit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n7<\/SUP>
\nmuladhara<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThus changed she
\nwaited for the Word to speak.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEternity looked into
\nthe eyes of Death.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd Darkness saw
\nGod\u2019s living Reality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen a Voice was
\nheard that seemed the stillness\u2019 self
Or the low calm utterance
\nof infinity
When it speaks to the silence in the heart of sleep.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus changes
\nSavitri; she waits for the inspired Word. Through her, Eternity gazes
\ninto the eyes Death and in her, Darkness beholds the living Reality
\nof God.Then is heard a Voice that seems to be the very self of
\nstillness or the low-pitched, calm utterance of Infinity when it
\nspeaks to the silence that reigns in heart of sleep.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Darkness of the
\nInfinite <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n\u201cI hail thee
\nalmighty and victorious Death,
Thou grandiose Darkness of the
\nInfinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nO Void that makest
\nroom for all to be,
Hunger that gnawest at the universe
\n
Consuming the cold remnants of the suns
And eat\u2019st the
\nwhole world with thy jaws of fire,
Waster of the energy that has
\nmade the stars,
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"I greet thee.
\nO almighty and conquering Death, thou who art the imposing Darkness
\nof the Infinite. O Void that makest room for all. O Hunger that
\nbitest at the universe eating away the remnants of the suns of
\ncreation when they cease to burn and become cold, and who eatest the
\nentire world with thy huge jaws of fire. O waster of the energy that
\nhas made the stars,<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inconscience and
\nNescience <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInconscience,
\ncarrier of the seeds of thought,
Nescience in which All-Knowledge
\nsleeps entombed
And slowly emerges in its hollow breast
Wearing
\nthe mind\u2019s mask of bright Ignorance.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"O Inconscience
\nthat carries the seeds of thought in its bosom, O Nescience in which
\nAll-Knowledge is dormant and from which it emerges slowly wearing the
\nmask of the bright Ignorance of the mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thou art my
\nShadow <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou art my shadow
\nand my instrument.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nI have given thee
\nthy awful shape of dread
And thy sharp sword of terror and grief
\nand pain
To force the soul of man to struggle for light
On
\nthe brevity of his half-conscious days.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou art only
\nmy shadow, my instrument. It is I who has given thee thy dreadful
\nform and also thy sharp sword of terror, grief and pain wherewith to
\ncompel the soul of man to move forward and struggle for light in the
\nbrief period of life that is given to him, a period of life which he
\nlives half-consciously.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Spur to
\nGreatness <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThou art his spur to
\ngreatness in his works,
The whip to his yearning for eternal
\nbliss,
His poignant need of immortality.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLive, Death, awhile,
\nbe still my instrument.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"Thou spurrest
\nman to achieve greatness in his works. Thou goadest him to yearn for
\nendless bliss, to feel the sharp need of immortality, O Death, live
\nfor a while more, be my instrument still.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Man shall know
\nThee <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne day man too
\nshall know thy fathomless heart
Of silence and the brooding peace
\nof Night
And grave obedience to eternal Law
And the calm
\ninflexible pity in thy gaze.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"One day man
\ntoo shall come to know thy profound, fathomless heart of silence, thy
\nbrooding peace of Night, thy solemn obedience to the eternal Law that
\ngoverns all, know too the calm, unbending pity In thy eyes.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Stand Aside <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut now, O timeless
\nMightiness, stand aside
And leave the path of my incarnate Force.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nRelieve the radiant
\ngod from thy black mask;
Release the soul of the world called
\nSatyavan
Freed from thy clutch of pain and ignorance
That he
\nmay stand master of life and fate,
Man\u2019s representative in the
\nhouse of God,
The mate of Wisdom and the spouse of Light,
The
\neternal bridegroom of the eternal bride.\u201d
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\n"But now, O
\ntimeless Mightiness, stand aside and leave thou the path of Savitri,
\nmy incarnate Force. Relieve Satyavan. the radiant god, from thy black
\nmask release Satyavan who is the soul of the world from thy grip of
\npain and ignorance so that he may stand up as the master of life and
\nfate, as the representative of man in the mansion of God, as the
\ncompanion of Wisdom, spouse of Light, the eternal bridegroom of the
\neternal bride that is Savitri."<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Spirit Bows <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe spoke; Death
\nunconvinced resisted still,
Although he knew refusing still to
\nknow,
Although he saw refusing still to see.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nUnshakable he stood
\nclaiming his right.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis spirit bowed;
\nhis will obeyed the law
Of its own nature binding even on Gods.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSavitri has spoken.
\nBut Death is unconvinced and still resists. Although he knows the
\ntruth he still refuses to admit it; although he sees it he still
\nrefuses to see. He claims his right to be and stands unshakable.His
\nspirit, however, bows don; his will obeys the law of its own nature
\nwhich is binding even on the Gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ocean’s Siege <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe two opposed each
\nother face to face.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis being like a
\nhuge fort of darkness towered;
Around it her life grew, an
\nocean\u2019s siege.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe two antagonists,
\nDeath and Savitri, stand face to face and oppose each other. Like a
\nmighty fort of darkness his being towers high. Around it grows
\nSavitri’s life like an ocean, holding his being in siege.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Shade Assails <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwhile the Shade
\nsurvived defying heaven:
Assailing in front, oppressing from
\nabove
A concrete mass of conscious power, he bore
The tyranny
\nof her divine desire.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor a while the
\nShade (Death) continues to defy the Spirit. He is a concentrated mass
\nof conscious power. Attacking in the front, oppressing from above, he
\nresists the force of Savitri’s divine desire to conquer him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
His Darkness
\nPunishes <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA pressure of
\nintolerable force
Weighed on his unbowed head and stubborn
\nbreast;
Light like a burning tongue licked up his thoughts,
\n
Light was a luminous torture in his heart,
Light coursed, a
\nsplendid agony, through his nerves;
His darkness muttered
\nperishing in her blaze.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe pressure of her
\nunendurable force presses upon his unbent head and unyielding breast.
\nLike a flame-tongue, Light laps up his thoughts; Light tortures his
\nheart with its luminosity; Light courses through his nerves, and he
\nundergoes a splendid agony. His darkness murmurs as it perishes in
\nher blaze of Light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Will Pushed Out <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHer mastering Word
\ncommanded every limb
And left no room for his enormous will
That
\nseemed pushed out into some helpless space
And could no more
\nre-enter but left him void.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe mastering Word
\ntakes control of every part of his being and pushes away his huge
\nwill into some forlorn space so that it is unable to re-enter and he
\nis left devoid of will.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Death Draws
\nBlank <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe called to Night
\nbut she fell shuddering back,
He called to Hell but sullenly it
\nretired:
He turned to the Inconscient for support,
From which
\nhe was born, his vast sustaining self:
It drew him back towards
\nboundless vacancy
As if by himself to swallow up himself:
He
\ncalled to his strength, but it refused his call.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath calls in the
\naid of Night but she shudders and falls back. He calls to Hell but it
\nretires sullenly. He turns for support to the source of his origin,
\nthe Inconscient that is his vast sustaining self, but it pulls him
\nback towards its boundless void wanting him to swallow himself into
\nhimself as it were. He calls to his strength. but it does not
\nrespond.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Body Eaten by
\nLight <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis body was eaten
\nby light, his spirit devoured.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt last he knew
\ndefeat inevitable
And left crumbling the shape that he had worn,
\n
Abandoning hope to make man\u2019s soul his prey
And force to be
\nmortal the immortal spirit.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHis body is eaten up
\nby light, his spirit is devoured by it. He realises that now defeat
\nis inevitable and leaves to crumble the form he had worn; he abandons
\nthe hope he had to make of man’s soul his prey and to force the
\nimmortal spirit to be mortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Universal Shadow
\nDisappear <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAfar he fled
\nshunning her dreaded touch
And refuge took in the retreating
\nNight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the dream
\ntwilight of that symbol world
The dire universal Shadow
\ndisappeared
Vanishing into the Void from which it came.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nDeath flees far
\nshunning the dreaded touch of luminous Savitri and takes refuge in
\nthe Night that is retreating. In the dreamy half-light of that symbol
\nworld, the fearful universal Shadow disappears, vanishing into the
\nhuge Void from which it had come.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All waits upon
\nthe Inscrutable Will <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs if deprived of
\nits original cause,
The twilight realm passed fading from their
\nsouls,
And Satyavan and Savitri were alone.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut neither stirred:
\nbetween those figures rose
A mute invisible and translucent wall.
\n <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn the long blank
\nmoment\u2019s pause nothing could move:
All waited on the unknown
\ninscrutable Will.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs though its cause
\nof existence was no more, with the disappearance of Death, the
\ntwilight realm passes from the souls of Savitri and Satyavan.Savitri
\nand Satyavan are left alone, but neither of them stirs. Between them
\narises a mute. invisible and luminous wall.In that pause of a long
\nblank moment nothing is able to move. All waits upon the unknown,
\ninscrutable Will of God.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n


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

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