{"id":491,"date":"2013-07-13T01:28:19","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:28:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=491"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:28:19","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:28:19","slug":"22-book-3-canto-01-the-pursuit-of-the-unknowable-vol-28-savitri-volume-28","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/28-savitri-volume-28\/22-book-3-canto-01-the-pursuit-of-the-unknowable-vol-28-savitri-volume-28","title":{"rendered":"-22_Book 3 Canto 01 The Pursuit of the Unknowable.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\n\t\t\t
\n\t\t\tBook
\n\t\t\tThree<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t <\/p>\n

\n\t\t\tThe Book of the Divine
\nMother<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n
 <\/td>\n\n
\n

  Canto One<\/i><\/p>\n

  <\/p>\n

\nThe Pursuit of
\nthe Unknowable<\/font><\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All is too little that the world can give:<\/p>\n

Its power and knowledge are the gifts of Time<\/p>\n

And cannot fill the spirit’s sacred thirst.<\/p>\n

Although of One these forms of greatness are<\/p>\n

And by its breath of grace our lives abide,<\/p>\n

Although more near to us than nearness’ self,<\/p>\n

It is some utter truth of what we are;<\/p>\n

Hidden by its own works it seemed far off,<\/p>\n

Impenetrable, occult, voiceless, obscure.<\/p>\n

The Presence was lost by which all things have charm,<\/p>\n

The Glory lacked of which they are dim signs.<\/p>\n

The world lived on made empty of its Cause,<\/p>\n

Like Love when the Beloved’s face is gone.<\/p>\n

The labour to know seemed a vain strife of Mind;<\/p>\n

All knowledge ended in the Unknowable:<\/p>\n

The effort to rule seemed a vain pride of Will;<\/p>\n

A trivial achievement scorned by Time,<\/p>\n

All power retired into the Omnipotent.<\/p>\n

A cave of darkness guards the eternal Light.<\/p>\n

A silence settled on his striving heart;<\/p>\n

Absolved from the voices of the world’s desire,<\/p>\n

He turned to the Ineffable’s timeless call.<\/p>\n

A Being intimate and unnameable,<\/p>\n

A wide compelling ecstasy and peace<\/p>\n

Felt in himself and all and yet ungrasped,<\/p>\n

Approached and faded from his soul’s pursuit<\/p>\n

As if for ever luring him beyond.<\/p>\n

Near, it retreated; far, it called him still.<\/p>\n

Nothing could satisfy but its delight:<\/p>\n

Its absence left the greatest actions dull,<\/p>\n

Its presence made the smallest seem divine. <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 305<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n<\/div>\n

When it was there, the heart’s abyss was filled;<\/p>\n

But when the uplifting Deity withdrew,<\/p>\n

Existence lost its aim in the Inane.<\/p>\n

The order of the immemorial planes,<\/p>\n

The godlike fullness of the instruments<\/p>\n

Were turned to props for an impermanent scene.<\/p>\n

But who that mightiness was he knew not yet.<\/p>\n

Impalpable, yet filling all that is,<\/p>\n

It made and blotted out a million worlds<\/p>\n

And took and lost a thousand shapes and names.<\/p>\n

It wore the guise of an indiscernible Vast,<\/p>\n

Or was a subtle kernel in the soul:<\/p>\n

A distant greatness left it huge and dim,<\/p>\n

A mystic closeness shut it sweetly in:<\/p>\n

It seemed sometimes a figment or a robe<\/p>\n

And seemed sometimes his own colossal shade.<\/p>\n

A giant doubt overshadowed his advance.<\/p>\n

Across a neutral all-supporting Void<\/p>\n

Whose blankness nursed his lone immortal spirit,<\/p>\n

Allured towards some recondite Supreme,<\/p>\n

Aided, coerced by enigmatic Powers,<\/p>\n

Aspiring and half-sinking and upborne,<\/p>\n

Invincibly he ascended without pause.<\/p>\n

Always a signless vague Immensity<\/p>\n

Brooded, without approach, beyond response,<\/p>\n

Condemning finite things to nothingness,<\/p>\n

Fronting him with the incommensurable.<\/p>\n

Then to the ascent
\nthere came a mighty term:<\/p>\n

A height was reached where nothing made could live,<\/p>\n

A line where every hope and search must cease<\/p>\n

Neared some intolerant bare Reality,<\/p>\n

A zero formed pregnant with boundless change.<\/p>\n

On a dizzy verge where all disguises fail<\/p>\n

And human mind must abdicate in Light<\/p>\n

Or die like a moth in the naked blaze of Truth,<\/p>\n

He stood compelled to a tremendous choice. <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 306<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n<\/div>\n

All he had been and all towards which he grew<\/p>\n

Must now be left behind or else transform<\/p>\n

Into a self of That which has no name.<\/p>\n

Alone and fronting an intangible Force<\/p>\n

Which offered nothing to the grasp of Thought,<\/p>\n

His spirit faced the adventure of the Inane.<\/p>\n

Abandoned by the worlds of
\nform he strove.<\/p>\n

A fruitful world-wide Ignorance foundered
\nthere;<\/p>\n

Thought’s long far-circling journey touched its close<\/p>\n

And ineffective paused the actor Will.<\/p>\n

The symbol modes of being helped no more,<\/p>\n

The structures Nescience builds collapsing failed,<\/p>\n

And even the spirit that holds the universe<\/p>\n

Fainted in luminous insufficiency.<\/p>\n

In an abysmal lapse of all things built<\/p>\n

Transcending every perishable support<\/p>\n

And joining at last its mighty origin,<\/p>\n

The separate self must melt or be reborn<\/p>\n

Into a Truth beyond the mind’s appeal.<\/p>\n

All glory of outline, sweetness of harmony,<\/p>\n

Rejected like a grace of trivial notes,<\/p>\n

Expunged from Being’s silence nude, austere,<\/p>\n

Died into a fine and blissful Nothingness.<\/p>\n

The Demiurges lost their names and forms,<\/p>\n

The great schemed worlds that they had planned and wrought<\/p>\n

Passed, taken and abolished one by one.<\/p>\n

The universe removed its coloured veil,<\/p>\n

And at the unimaginable end<\/p>\n

Of the huge riddle of created things<\/p>\n

Appeared the far-seen Godhead of the whole,<\/p>\n

His feet firm-based on Life’s stupendous wings,<\/p>\n

Omnipotent, a lonely seer of Time,<\/p>\n

Inward, inscrutable, with diamond gaze.<\/p>\n

Attracted by the unfathomable regard<\/p>\n

The unsolved slow cycles to their fount returned<\/p>\n

To rise again from that invisible sea. <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 307<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n<\/div>\n

All from his puissance born was now undone;<\/p>\n

Nothing remained the cosmic Mind conceives.<\/p>\n

Eternity prepared to fade and seemed<\/p>\n

A hue and imposition on the Void,<\/p>\n

Space was the fluttering of a dream that sank<\/p>\n

Before its ending into Nothing’s deeps.<\/p>\n

The spirit that dies not and the Godhead’s self<\/p>\n

Seemed myths projected from the Unknowable;<\/p>\n

From It all sprang, in It is called to cease.<\/p>\n

But what That was, no thought or sight could tell.<\/p>\n

Only a formless Form of self was left,<\/p>\n

A tenuous ghost of something that had been,<\/p>\n

The last experience of a lapsing wave<\/p>\n

Before it sinks into a bourneless sea,\u2014<\/p>\n

As if it kept even on the brink of Nought<\/p>\n

Its bare feeling of the ocean whence it came.<\/p>\n

A Vastness brooded free from sense of Space,<\/p>\n

An Everlastingness cut off from Time;<\/p>\n

A strange sublime unalterable Peace<\/p>\n

Silent rejected from it world and soul.<\/p>\n

A stark companionless Reality<\/p>\n

Answered at last to his soul’s passionate search:<\/p>\n

Passionless, wordless, absorbed in its fathomless hush,<\/p>\n

Keeping the mystery none would ever pierce,<\/p>\n

It brooded inscrutable and intangible<\/p>\n

Facing him with its dumb tremendous calm.<\/p>\n

It had no kinship with the universe:<\/p>\n

There was no act, no movement in its Vast:<\/p>\n

Life’s question met by its silence died on her lips,<\/p>\n

The world’s effort ceased convicted of ignorance<\/p>\n

Finding no sanction of supernal Light:<\/p>\n

There was no mind there with its need to know,<\/p>\n

There was no heart there with its need to love.<\/p>\n

All person perished in its namelessness.<\/p>\n

There was no second, it had no partner or peer;<\/p>\n

Only itself was real to itself. <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 308<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\n<\/div>\n

A pure existence safe from thought and mood,<\/p>\n

A consciousness of unshared immortal bliss,<\/p>\n

It dwelt aloof in its bare infinite,<\/p>\n

One and unique, unutterably sole.<\/p>\n

A Being formless, featureless and mute<\/p>\n

That knew itself by its own timeless self,<\/p>\n

Aware for ever in its motionless depths,<\/p>\n

Uncreating, uncreated and unborn,<\/p>\n

The One by whom all live, who lives by none,<\/p>\n

An immeasurable luminous secrecy<\/p>\n

Guarded by the veils of the Unmanifest,<\/p>\n

Above the changing cosmic interlude<\/p>\n

Abode supreme, immutably the same,<\/p>\n

A silent Cause occult, impenetrable,\u2014<\/p>\n

Infinite, eternal, unthinkable, alone.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

End of Canto One <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 309<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n

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