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\n\t\t\tCanto Seven <\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tThe Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit<\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

\nand the Cosmic Consciousness<\/font><\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tI<\/font>N THE<\/b> little hermitage in the forest’s heart,<\/p>\n

In the sunlight and the moonlight and the dark<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe daily human life went plodding on<\/p>\n

Even as before with its small unchanging works<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd its spare outward body of routine<\/p>\n

And happy quiet of ascetic peace.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe old beauty smiled of the terrestrial scene;<\/p>\n

She too was her old gracious self to men.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Ancient Mother clutched her child to her breast<\/p>\n

Pressing her close in her environing arms,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if earth ever the same could for ever keep<\/p>\n

The living spirit and body in her clasp,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs if death were not there nor end nor change.<\/p>\n

Accustomed only to read outward signs<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNone saw aught new in her, none divined her state;<\/p>\n

They saw a person where was only God’s vast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA still being or a mighty nothingness.<\/p>\n

To all she was the same perfect Savitri:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA greatness and a sweetness and a light<\/p>\n

Poured out from her upon her little world.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife showed to all the same familiar face,<\/p>\n

Her acts followed the old unaltered round,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe spoke the words that she was wont to speak<\/p>\n

And did the things that she had always done.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer eyes looked out on earth’s unchanging face,<\/p>\n

Around her soul’s muteness all moved as of old;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA vacant consciousness watched from within,<\/p>\n

Empty of all but bare Reality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was no will behind the word and act,<\/p>\n

No thought formed in her brain to guide the speech:<\/p>\n

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An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSomething perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown<\/p>\n

Guarded the body for its future work,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr Nature moved in her old stream of force.<\/p>\n

Perhaps she bore made conscious in her breast<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe miraculous Nihil, origin of our souls<\/p>\n

And source and sum of the vast world’s events,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe womb and grave of thought, a cipher of God,<\/p>\n

A zero circle of being’s totality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt used her speech and acted in her acts,<\/p>\n

It was beauty in her limbs, life in her breath;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe original Mystery wore her human face.<\/p>\n

Thus was she lost within to separate self;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer mortal ego perished in God’s night.<\/p>\n

Only a body was left, the ego’s shell<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAfloat mid drift and foam of the world-sea,<\/p>\n

A sea of dream watched by a motionless sense<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a figure of unreal reality.<\/p>\n

An impersonal foresight could already see, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the unthinking knowledge of the spirit<\/p>\n

Even now it seemed nigh done, inevitable, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe individual die, the cosmos pass;<\/p>\n

These gone, the transcendental grew a myth,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Holy Ghost without the Father and Son,<\/p>\n

Or, a substratum of what once had been,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBeing that never willed to bear a world<\/p>\n

Restored to its original loneliness,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImpassive, sole, silent, intangible.<\/p>\n

Yet all was not extinct in this deep loss;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe being travelled not towards nothingness.<\/p>\n

There was some high surpassing Secrecy,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd when she sat alone with Satyavan,<\/p>\n

Her moveless mind with his that searched and strove,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn the hush of the profound and intimate night<\/p>\n

She turned to the face of a veiled voiceless Truth<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHid in the dumb recesses of the heart<\/p>\n

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Or waiting beyond the last peak climbed by Thought, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tUnseen itself it sees the struggling world<\/p>\n

And prompts our quest, but cares not to be found, \u2014<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of that distant Vast came a reply.<\/p>\n

Something unknown, unreached, inscrutable<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSent down the messages of its bodiless Light,<\/p>\n

Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tCrossing the immobile silence of her mind:<\/p>\n

In its might of irresponsible sovereignty<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt seized on speech to give those flamings shape,<\/p>\n

Made beat the heart of wisdom in a word<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd spoke immortal things through mortal lips.<\/p>\n

Or, listening to the sages of the woods,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn question and in answer broke from her<\/p>\n

High strange revealings impossible to men,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSomething or someone secret and remote<\/p>\n

Took hold of her body for his mystic use,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer mouth was seized to channel ineffable truths,<\/p>\n

Knowledge unthinkable found an utterance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAstonished by a new enlightenment,<\/p>\n

Invaded by a streak of the Absolute,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThey marvelled at her, for she seemed to know<\/p>\n

What they had only glimpsed at times afar.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThese thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,<\/p>\n

Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tImpassive the body claimed not its own voice,<\/p>\n

But let the luminous greatness through it pass.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA dual Power at being’s occult poles<\/p>\n

Still acted, nameless and invisible:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer divine emptiness was their instrument.<\/p>\n

Inconscient Nature dealt with the world it had made,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd using still the body’s instruments<\/p>\n

Slipped through the conscious void she had become;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe superconscient Mystery through that Void<\/p>\n

Missioned its word to touch the thoughts of men.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs yet this great impersonal speech was rare.<\/p>\n

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But now the unmoving wide spiritual space<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn which her mind survived tranquil and bare,<\/p>\n

Admitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA thought came through draped as an outer voice.<\/p>\n

It called not for the witness of the mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt spoke not to the hushed receiving heart;<\/p>\n

It came direct to the pure perception’s seat,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn only centre now of consciousness,<\/p>\n

If centre could be where all seemed only space;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo more shut in by body’s walls and gates<\/p>\n

Her being, a circle without circumference,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAlready now surpassed all cosmic bounds<\/p>\n

And more and more spread into infinity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis being was its own unbounded world,<\/p>\n

A world without form or feature or circumstance;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought,<\/p>\n

Yet saw itself and looked on all around<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn a silence motionless and illimitable.<\/p>\n

There was no person there, no centred mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNo seat of feeling on which beat events<\/p>\n

Or objects wrought and shaped reaction’s stress.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere was no motion in this inner world,<\/p>\n

All was a still and even infinity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tBut now she sat by sleeping Satyavan,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAwake within, and the enormous Night<\/p>\n

Surrounded her with the Unknowable’s vast.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA voice began to speak from her own heart<\/p>\n

That was not hers, yet mastered thought and sense.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAs it spoke all changed within her and without;<\/p>\n

All was, all lived; she felt all being one;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world of unreality ceased to be:<\/p>\n

There was no more a universe built by mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tConvicted as a structure or a sign;<\/p>\n

A spirit, a being saw created things<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tAnd cast itself into unnumbered forms<\/p>\n

And was what it saw and made; all now became<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn evidence of one stupendous truth,<\/p>\n

A Truth in which negation had no place,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tA being and a living consciousness,<\/p>\n

A stark and absolute Reality.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere the unreal could not find a place,<\/p>\n

The sense of unreality was slain:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThere all was conscious, made of the Infinite,<\/p>\n

All had a substance of Eternity.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet this was the same Indecipherable;<\/p>\n

It seemed to cast from it universe like a dream<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tVanishing for ever into an original Void.<\/p>\n

But this was no more some vague ubiquitous point<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOr a cipher of vastness in unreal Nought.<\/p>\n

It was the same but now no more seemed far<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTo the living clasp of her recovered soul.<\/p>\n

It was her self, it was the self of all,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt was the reality of existing things,<\/p>\n

It was the consciousness of all that lived<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd felt and saw; it was Timelessness and Time,<\/p>\n

It was the Bliss of formlessness and form.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt was all Love and the one Beloved’s arms,<\/p>\n

It was sight and thought in one all-seeing Mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIt was joy of Being on the peaks of God.<\/p>\n

She passed beyond Time into eternity,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tSlipped out of space and became the Infinite;<\/p>\n

Her being rose into unreachable heights<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd found no end of its journey in the Self.<\/p>\n

It plunged into the unfathomable deeps<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd found no end to the silent mystery<\/p>\n

That held all world within one lonely breast,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tYet harboured all creation’s multitudes.<\/p>\n

She was all vastness and one measureless point,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was a height beyond heights, a depth beyond depths,<\/p>\n

She lived in the everlasting and was all<\/p>\n

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That harbours death and bears the wheeling hours.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll contraries were true in one huge spirit<\/p>\n

Surpassing measure, change and circumstance.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAn individual, one with cosmic self<\/p>\n

In the heart of the Transcendent’s miracle<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAnd the secret of World-personality<\/p>\n

Was the creator and the lord of all.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tMind was a single innumerable look<\/p>\n

Upon himself and all that he became.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tLife was his drama and the Vast a stage,<\/p>\n

The universe was his body, God its soul.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll was one single immense reality,<\/p>\n

All its innumerable phenomenon.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tHer spirit saw the world as living God;<\/p>\n

It saw the One and knew that all was He.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe knew him as the Absolute’s self-space,<\/p>\n

One with her self and ground of all things here<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIn which the world wanders seeking for the Truth<\/p>\n

Guarded behind its face of ignorance:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe followed him through the march of endless Time.<\/p>\n

All Nature’s happenings were events in her,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe heart-beats of the cosmos were her own,<\/p>\n

All beings thought and felt and moved in her;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe inhabited the vastness of the world,<\/p>\n

Its distances were her nature’s boundaries,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts closenesses her own life’s intimacies.<\/p>\n

Her mind became familiar with its mind,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tIts body was her body’s larger frame<\/p>\n

In which she lived and knew herself in it<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOne, multitudinous in its multitudes.<\/p>\n

She was a single being, yet all things;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe world was her spirit’s wide circumference,<\/p>\n

The thoughts of others were her intimates,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tTheir feelings close to her universal heart,<\/p>\n

Their bodies her many bodies kin to her;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was no more herself but all the world.<\/p>\n

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Out of the infinitudes all came to her,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tInto the infinitudes sentient she spread,<\/p>\n

Infinity was her own natural home.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tNowhere she dwelt, her spirit was everywhere,<\/p>\n

The distant constellations wheeled round her;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEarth saw her born, all worlds were her colonies,<\/p>\n

The greater worlds of life and mind were hers;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tAll Nature reproduced her in its lines,<\/p>\n

Its movements were large copies of her own.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was the single self of all these selves,<\/p>\n

She was in them and they were all in her.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThis first was an immense identity<\/p>\n

In which her own identity was lost:<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tWhat seemed herself was an image of the Whole.<\/p>\n

She was a subconscient life of tree and flower,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe outbreak of the honied buds of spring;<\/p>\n

She burned in the passion and splendour of the rose,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was the red heart of the passion-flower,<\/p>\n

The dream-white of the lotus in its pool.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tOut of subconscient life she climbed to mind,<\/p>\n

She was thought and the passion of the world’s heart,<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was the godhead hid in the heart of man,<\/p>\n

She was the climbing of his soul to God.<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe cosmos flowered in her, she was its bed.<\/p>\n

She was Time and the dreams of God in Time;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tShe was Space and the wideness of his days.<\/p>\n

From this she rose where Time and Space were not;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe superconscient was her native air,<\/p>\n

Infinity was her movement’s natural space;<\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tEternity looked out from her on Time.<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tCANTO<\/font> SEVEN<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\tBOOK<\/font> SEVEN<\/font><\/p>\n

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