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CANTO SEVEN1<\/sup><\/b><\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\nI<\/font>N
\nthe little hermitage in the forest's heart, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn the sunlight and the moonlight
\nand the dark<\/P><\/p>\n

The
\ndaily human life went plodding on<\/p>\n

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

And its
\nspare outward body of routine<\/p>\n

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

The old
\nbeauty smiled of the terrestrial scene; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nShe too was her old gracious self
\nto men. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe Ancient Mother clutched her
\nchild to her breast <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPressing her close in her
\nenvironing arms, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if earth ever the same could for
\never keep <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe living spirit and body in her
\nclasp, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAs if death were not there nor end
\nnor change. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAccustomed only to read outward
\nsigns <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNone saw aught new in her, none
\ndivined her state, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThey saw a person where was only
\nGod's vast, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA still being or a mighty
\nnothingness. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo all she was the same perfect
\nSavitri; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA greatness and a sweetness and a
\nlight <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPoured out from her upon her little
\nworld. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLife showed to all the same
\nfamiliar face, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer acts followed the old unaltered
\nround, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe spoke the words that she was
\nwont to speak <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd did the things that she had
\nalways done. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer eyes looked out on earth's
\nunchanging face, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAround her soul's muteness all
\nmoved as of old, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA vacant consciousness watched from
\nwithin <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nThere was no will behind the word
\nand act, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo thought formed in her brain to
\nguide the speech: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n    1<\/sup> No title given by the Author <\/font>
\n<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

Page  187<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAn impersonal emptiness walked and
\nspoke in her, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSomething perhaps unfelt, unseen,
\nunknown <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGuarded the body for its future
\nwork, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOr Nature moved in her old stream
\nof force. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPerhaps she bore made conscious in
\nher breast <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe miraculous Nihil, origin of our
\nsouls <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd source and sum of the vast
\nworld's events, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe womb and grave of thought, a
\ncipher of God, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA zero circle of being's totality. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt used her speech and acted in her
\nacts, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt was beauty in her limbs, life in
\nher breath; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe original Mystery wore her human
\nface.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

\n

\nHer mortal ego perished in God's
\nnight.<\/P><\/p>\n

Only a
\nbody was left, the ego's shell<\/p>\n

Afloat
\nmid drift and foam of the world-sea,<\/p>\n

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

In a
\nfigure of unreal reality.<\/p>\n

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

In the
\nunthinking knowledge of the spirit<\/p>\n

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

The
\nindividual die, the cosmos pass; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThese gone, the transcendental grew
\na myth,<\/P><\/p>\n

The Holy
\nGhost without the Father and Son,<\/p>\n

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

\nOr, <\/b>
\na
\nsubstratum of what once had been,<\/p>\n

Being
\nthat never willed to bear a world<\/p>\n

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

\nImpassive, sole, silent, intangible.<\/p>\n

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

\n

\nThe being travelled not towards
\nnothingness.<\/P><\/p>\n

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

And when
\nshe sat alone with Satyavan,<\/p>\n

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

In the
\nhush of the profound and intimate night<\/p>\n

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

Hid in
\nthe dumb recesses of the heart<\/p>\n

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

\nOr <\/b>waiting beyond the last
\npeak climbed by Thoughts-<\/p>\n

Unseen
\nitself it sees the struggling world<\/p>\n

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

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

\nOut of that distant Vast came a
\nreply. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n

\nPage  188<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nSomething unknown, unreached, inscrutable
\nSent down the messages of its bodiless Light,
\nCast lightning flashes of a thought not ours,
\nCrossing the immobile silence of her mind: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn its might of irresponsible sovereignty
\nIt seized on speech to give those flamings shape,
\nMade beat the heart of wisdom in a word
\nAnd spoke immortal things through mortal lips.
\nOr, listening to the sages of the woods,
\nIn question and in answer broke from her
\nHigh strange revealings impossible to men,
\nSomething or someone secret and remote
\nTook hold of her body for his mystic use,
\nHer mouth was seized to channel ineffable truths,
\nKnowledge unthinkable found an utterance.
\nAstonished by a new enlightenment,
\nInvaded by a streak of the Absolute,
\nThey marvelled at her, for she seemed to know
\nWhat they had only glimpsed at times afar.
\nThese thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,
\nHer vacant heart was like a stringless harp; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nImpassive the body claimed not its own voice,
\nBut let the luminous greatness through it pass.
\nA dual Power at being's occult poles
\nStill acted, nameless and invisible: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHer divine emptiness was their instrument.
\nInconscient Nature dealt with the world it had made,
\nAnd using still the body's instruments
\nSlipped through the conscious void she had become; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe superconscient Mystery through that Void
\nMissioned its word to touch the thoughts of men.
\nAs yet this great impersonal speech was rare.
\nBut now the unmoving wide spiritual space
\nIn which her mind survived tranquil and bare,
\nAdmitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA thought came through draped as an outer voice.
\nIt called not for the witness of the mind,
\nIt spoke not to the hushed receiving heart; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt came direct to the pure perception's seat,
\nAn only centre now of consciousness, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage 189<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nNo more shut in by body's walls and gates,
\nHer being a circle without circumference
\nAlready now surpassed all cosmic bounds
\n. And more and more spread into infinity.
\nThis being was its own unbounded world,
\nA world without form or feature or circumstance,
\nIt had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought,
\nYet saw itself and looked on all around
\nIn a silence motionless and illimitable.
\nThere was no person there, no centred mind,
\nNo seat of feeling on which beat events
\nOr objects wrought and shaped reaction's stress.
\nThere was no motion in this inner world,
\nAll was a still and even infinity.
\nIn her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n     But now she sat by
\nsleeping Satyavan1 <\/sup> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAwake within, and the enormous Night
\nSurrounded her with the Unknowable's vast.
\nA voice began to speak from her own heart
\nThat was not hers, yet mastered thought and sense.
\nAs it spoke all changed within her and without,
\nAll was, all lived; she felt all being one; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe world of unreality ceased to be: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere was no more a universe built by mind,
\nConvicted as a structure or a sign; <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd cast itself into unnumbered forms <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nAn evidence of one stupendous truth, <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nA being and a living consciousness, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA stark and absolute Reality. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere the unreal could not find a place, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nThere all was conscious, made of the Infinite,
\nAll had a substance of Eternity. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n   1<\/sup>Alternative version
\n<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage 190<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nYet this was the same Indecipherable; <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nVanishing for ever into an original Void. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nOr a cipher of vastness in unreal Nought. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nTo the living clasp of her recovered soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nIt was the reality of existing things, <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd felt and saw; it was Timelessness and <\/b>
\nTime, <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIt was all Love and the one Beloved's arms, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nIt was joy of being on the peaks of God. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nSlipped out of space and became the Infinite;
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHer being rose into unreachable heights <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIt plunged into the unfathomable deeps <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd found no end to the silent mystery <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYet harboured all creation's multitudes. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nShe was a height beyond heights, a depth beyond
\ndepths, <\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nAll contraries were true in one huge spirit <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nAn individual, one with cosmic self <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn the heart of the Transcendent's miracle <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the secret of World-personality <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nMind was a single innumerable look <\/font><\/p>\n

\nUpon himself and all that he became, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLife was his drama and the Vast a stage, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe universe was his body. God its soul. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll was one single immense reality, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll its innumerable phenomenon. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage 191<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n    Her spirit saw the world as living God,
\nIt saw the One and knew that all was He.
\nShe knew him as the Absolute's self-space,
\nOne with her self and ground of all things here
\nIn which the world wanders seeking for the Truth
\nGuarded behind its face of ignorance: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe followed him through the march of endless Time.
\nAll Nature's happenings were events in her,
\nThe heart-beats of the cosmos were her own,
\nAll beings thought and felt and moved in her; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe inhabited the vastness of the world,
\nIts distances were her nature's boundaries,
\nIts closenesses her own life's intimacies.
\nHer mind became familiar with its mind,
\nIts body was her body's larger frame
\nIn which she lived and knew herself in it
\nOne, multitudinous in its multitudes.
\nShe was a single being, yet all things; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe world was her spirit's wide circumference,
\nThe thoughts of others were her intimates,
\nTheir feelings close to her universal heart,
\nTheir bodies her many bodies kin to her; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe was no more herself but all the world.
\nOut of the infinitudes all came to her,
\nInto the infinitudes sentient she spread,
\nInfinity was her own natural home.
\nNowhere she dwelt, her spirit was everywhere,
\nThe distant constellations wheeled round her; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEarth saw her born, all worlds were her colonies,
\nThe greater worlds of life and mind were hers; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll Nature reproduced her in its lines,
\nIts movements were large copies of her own.
\nShe was the single self of all these selves,
\nShe was ia them and they were all in her.
\nThis first was an immense identity
\nIn which her own identity was lost: <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat seemed herself was an image of the Whole.
\nShe was a subconscient life of tree and flower,
\nThe outbreak of the honied buds of spring; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe burned in the passion and splendour of the
\nrose, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage 192<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nShe was the red heart of the passion flower, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nOut of subconscient life she climbed to mind,
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe was thought and the passion of the world's
\nheart, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe was the godhead hid in the heart of man,"
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nShe was Time and the dreams of God in Time, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe was Space and the wideness of his days. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nThe superconscient was her native air,
\nInfinity was her movement's natural space; <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEternity looked out from her on Time. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

END <\/b>OF BOOK SEVEN<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPage 193<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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