{"id":3401,"date":"2013-07-13T01:48:09","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:48:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=3401"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:48:09","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:48:09","slug":"19-book-2-canto-12-the-heavens-of-the-ideal-vol-01-savitri-1950","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/02-other-editions\/01-savitri\/01-savitri-1950\/19-book-2-canto-12-the-heavens-of-the-ideal-vol-01-savitri-1950","title":{"rendered":"-19_ Book 2 Canto 12 The Heavens of The Ideal.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n

<\/p>\n

CANTO TWELVE<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nTHE HEAVENS OF THE
\nIDEAL<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\t\t\t <\/td>\n\n

\n

ALWAYS the Ideal beckoned from
\nafar.<\/p>\n

Awakened
\nby the touch of the Unseen,<\/p>\n

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

\nDeserting the boundary of things achieved,<\/p>\n

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

Aspired
\nthe strong discoverer, tireless Thought,<\/p>\n

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

\nRevealing at each step a luminous world.<\/p>\n

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

It left
\nknown summits for the unknown peaks; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nImpassioned, it sought the lone unrealised Truth,<\/P><\/p>\n

It
\nlonged for the Light that knows not death and birth.<\/p>\n

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

Each
\nstage of the soul's remote ascent was built<\/p>\n

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

Into a
\nconstant heaven felt always here.<\/p>\n

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

At each
\npace of the journey marvellous<\/p>\n

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

A new
\ndegree of wonder and of bliss,<\/p>\n

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

A new
\nrung formed in Being's mighty stair,<\/p>\n

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

A great
\nwide step trembling with jewelled fire<\/p>\n

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

As if a
\nburning spirit quivered there<\/p>\n

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

\nUpholding with his flame the immortal hope,<\/p>\n

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

As if a
\nradiant God had given his soul<\/p>\n

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

That he
\nmight feel the tread of pilgrim feet<\/p>\n

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

Mounting
\nin haste to the Eternal's house.<\/p>\n

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

At
\neither end of each effulgent stair<\/p>\n

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

The
\nheavens of the ideal Mind were seen<\/p>\n

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

In a
\nblue lucency of dreaming space<\/p>\n

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

Like
\nstrips of brilliant sky clinging to the moon.<\/p>\n

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

On one
\nside glimmered hue on floating hue,<\/p>\n

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

In a
\nglory and surprise of the seized soul<\/p>\n

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

And a
\ntremulous rapture of the heart's insight<\/p>\n

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

And the
\nspontaneous bliss that beauty gives,<\/p>\n

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

The
\nlovely kingdoms of the deathless Rose.<\/p>\n

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

Above
\nthe spirit cased in mortal sense<\/p>\n

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

Are
\nsuperconscious realms of heavenly peace,<\/p>\n

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

Below,
\nthe Inconscient's sullen dim abyss, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nBetween, behind our life, the deathless Rose. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAcross the covert air the spirit breathes, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA body of the cosmic beauty and joy <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nUnseen, unguessed by the blind suffering world, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nClimbing from Nature's deep surrendered heart <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIt blooms for ever at the feet of God, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nFed by life's sacrificial mysteries. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHere' too its bud is born in human breasts; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThen by a touch, a presence or a voice <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe world is turned into a temple ground <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd all discloses the unknown Beloved. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIn an outburst of heavenly joy and ease <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nLife yields to the divinity within <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd gives the rapture-offering of its all, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd the soul opens to felicity. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA bliss is felt that never can wholly cease, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA sudden mystery of secret Grace <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nFlowers goldening our earth of red desire. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAll the high gods who hid their visages <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nFrom the soiled passionate ritual of our hopes, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nReveal their names and their undying powers. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA fiery stillness wakes the slumbering cells, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA passion of the flesh becoming spirit, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd marvellously is fulfilled at last <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe miracle for which our life was made. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA flame in a white voiceless cupola <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nIs seen and faces of immortal light, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe radiant limbs that know not birth and death, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe breasts that suckle the first-born of the Sun, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe wings that crowd Thought's ardent silences, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe eyes that look into spiritual Space. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOur hidden centres of celestial force <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOpen like flowers to a heavenly atmosphere; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nMind pauses thrilled with the supernal Ray,<\/P><\/p>\n

And even
\nthe transient body then can feel<\/p>\n

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

Ideal
\nlove and flawless happiness<\/p>\n

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

And
\nlaughter of the heart's sweetness and delight<\/p>\n

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

Freed
\nfrom the rude and tragic hold of Time,<\/p>\n

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

And
\nbeauty and the rhythmic feet of the hours.<\/p>\n

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

This in
\nhigh realms touches immortal kind;<\/p>\n

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

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nWhat here is in the bud has blossomed there.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThere is the secrecy of the House of Flame,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe blaze of Godlike thought and golden bliss,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThe rapt idealism of heavenly sense,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThere are the wonderful voices, the sun-laugh,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA gurgling eddy in rivers of God's joy,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd the mysteried vineyards of the gold moon-wine,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAll the fire and sweetness of which hardly here<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nA brilliant shadow visits mortal life.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAlthough are witnessed there the joys of Time,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nPressed on the bosom the Immortal's touch is felt,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHeard are the flutings of the Infinite.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHere upon earth are early awakenings,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nMoments that tremble in an air divine,<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd grown upon the yearning of her soil<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nTime's sun-flowers' gaze at gold Eternity:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nThere are the imperishable beatitudes.<\/P><\/p>\n

A
\nmillion lotuses swaying on one stem,<\/p>\n

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

World
\nafter coloured and ecstatic world<\/p>\n

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

Climbs
\ntowards some far unseen epiphany.<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

\n
\n      On the other side of the eternal stairs<\/P><\/p>\n

The
\nmighty kingdoms of the deathless Flame<\/p>\n

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

Aspired
\nto reach the Being's absolutes.<\/p>\n

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

Out of
\nthe sorrow and darkness of the world,<\/p>\n

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

Out of
\nthe depths where life and thought are tombed,<\/p>\n

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

Lonely
\nmounts up to heaven the deathless Flame.<\/p>\n

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

In a
\nveiled Nature's hallowed secrecies<\/p>\n

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

It burns
\nfor ever on the altar Mind,<\/p>\n

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

Its
\npriests the souls of dedicated gods,<\/p>\n

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

Humanity
\nits house of sacrifice.<\/p>\n

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

Once
\nkindled never can its flamings cease.<\/p>\n

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

A fire
\nalong the mystic paths of earth<\/p>\n

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

It rises
\nthrough the mortal's hemisphere,<\/p>\n

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

Till
\nborne by runners of the Day and Dusk<\/p>\n

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

It
\nenters the occult eternal Light<\/p>\n

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

And
\nclambers whitening to the invisible Throne.<\/p>\n

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

Its
\nworlds are steps of an ascending Force:<\/span><\/font>
\n<\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nA dream of giant contours, titan lines,<\/P><\/p>\n

Homes of
\nunfallen and illumined Might,<\/p>\n

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

Heavens
\nof unchanging Good pure and unborn,<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nHeights of the grandeur of Truth's ageless ray, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAs in a symbol sky they start to view <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd call our souls into a vaster air. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOn their summits they bear up the sleepless Flame; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nDreaming of a mysterious Beyond,<\/P><\/p>\n

\nTranscendent of the paths of Fate and Time,<\/p>\n

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

They
\npoint above themselves with index peaks<\/p>\n

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

Through
\na pale-sapphire ether of God-mind<\/p>\n

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

Towards
\nsome gold Infinite's apocalypse.<\/p>\n

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

A
\nthunder rolling mid the hills of God,<\/p>\n

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

\nTireless, severe is their tremendous Voice: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nExceeding us, to exceed ourselves they call <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd bid us rise incessantly above. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nFar from our eager reach those summits live, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nToo lofty for our mortal strength and height, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHardly in a dire ecstasy of toil <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nClimbed by the spirit's naked athlete will. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAustere, intolerant they claim from us <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nEfforts too lasting for our mortal nerve <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOur hearts cannot cleave to nor our flesh support; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOnly the Eternal's strength in us can dare <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nTo attempt the immense adventure of that climb <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nAnd the sacrifice of all we cherish here. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOur human knowledge is a candle burnt <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nOn a dim altar to a sun-vast Truth; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nMan's virtue, a coarse-spun ill-fitting dress,<\/P><\/p>\n

Apparels
\nwooden images of Good; <\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nPassionate and blinded, bleeding, stained with mire<\/P><\/p>\n

His
\nenergy stumbles towards a deathless Force.<\/p>\n

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

An
\nimperfection dogs our highest strength; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nPortions and pale reflections are our share. <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nHappy the worlds that have not felt our fall, <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nWhere Will is one with Truth and Good with Power; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n
\nImpoverished not by earth-mind's indigence,<\/P><\/p>\n

They
\nkeep God's natural breath of mightiness,<\/p>\n

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

His bare
\nspontaneous swift intensities; <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nThere is his great transparent mirror. Self,<\/P><\/p>\n

And
\nthere his sovereign autarchy of bliss<\/p>\n

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

In which
\nimmortal natures have their part,<\/p>\n

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

Heirs
\nand co-sharers of divinity. <\/p>\n

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

\n<\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\n     He through the Ideal's kingdoms moved at will,<\/P><\/p>\n

Accepted
\ntheir beauty and their greatness bore,<\/p>\n

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

Partook
\nof the glories of their wonder fields,<\/p>\n

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

But
\npassed nor stayed beneath their splendour's rule.<\/p>\n

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

All
\nthere was an intense but partial light.<\/p>\n

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

In each
\na seraph-winged high-browed Idea<\/p>\n

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

United
\nall knowledge by one master thought,<\/p>\n

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

\nPersuaded all action to one golden sense,<\/p>\n

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

All
\npowers subjected to a single power<\/p>\n

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

And made
\na world where it could reign alone,<\/p>\n

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

An
\nabsolute ideal's perfect home.<\/p>\n

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

Insignia
\nof their victory and their faith,<\/p>\n

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

They
\noffered to the Traveller at their gates<\/p>\n

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

A
\nquenchless flame or an unfading flower,<\/p>\n

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

Emblem
\nof a high kingdom's privilege.<\/p>\n

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

'A
\nglorious shining Angel of the Way<\/p>\n

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

\nPresented to the seeking of the .soul<\/p>\n

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

The
\nsweetness and the might of an idea,<\/p>\n

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

Each
\ndeemed Truth's intimate fount and summit force,<\/p>\n

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

The
\nheart of the meaning of the universe,<\/p>\n

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

\nPerfection's key, passport to Paradise.<\/p>\n

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

Yet were
\nthere regions where these absolutes met<\/p>\n

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

And made
\na circle of bliss with married hands; <\/span><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nLight stood embraced by light, fire wedded fire,<\/P><\/p>\n

But none
\nin the other would his body lose<\/p>\n

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

To find
\nhis soul in the world's single Soul,<\/p>\n

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

A
\nmultiplied rapture of infinity.<\/p>\n

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

Onward
\nhe passed to a diviner sphere: <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nThere, joined in a common greatness, light and bliss,<\/P><\/p>\n

All high
\nand beautiful and desirable powers<\/p>\n

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

\nForgetting their difference and their separate reign<\/p>\n

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

Become a
\nsingle multitudinous whole.<\/p>\n

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

Above
\nthe parting of the roads of Time,<\/p>\n

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

Above
\nthe Silence and its thousand fold Word,<\/p>\n

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

In the
\nimmutable and inviolate Truth <\/p>\n

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

For ever
\nunited and inseparable,<\/p>\n

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

The
\nradiant children of Eternity dwell<\/p>\n

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

On the
\nwide spirit height where all are one.\n<\/p>\n

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

\n

\n
\nEND OF CANTO TWELVE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

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