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Sri Aurobindos poetisches Lebens- und Hauptwerk ist ein fast 24.000 Zeilen umfassendes, in Blankvers geschriebenes, einzigartiges Epos, in welches er in den Worten der Mutter „das ganze Universum gepackt hat“. Sie betonte, es stelle die „höchste Offenbarung“ von Sri Aurobindos Vision dar und nannte es „dies wundervolle prophetische Gedicht, das die Menschheit zu ihrer zukünftigen Verwirklichung führen wird.“ Eine dem großen indischen Epos Mahabharata entnommene Legende dient als Grundlage für die entworfene Symbolik von der Suche der menschlichen Seele und ihrem Schicksal. Der Sieg Savitris, einer Inkarnation der Göttlichen Mutter, der es gelingt, ihren Geliebten dem Tod zu entreißen, markiert die Geburt einer Dämmerung auf Erden, den Beginn eines neuen evolutionären Zyklus. Sri Aurobindo sagt: "Die Erzählung von Satyavan und Savitri wird im Mahabharata erzählt als eine Geschichte ehelicher Liebe, die den Tod besiegt. Aber diese Legende ist eine der vielen symbolischen Mythen aus dem Umkreis der Veden, wie viele Züge der menschlichen Geschichte zeigen. Satyavan ist die Seele, die die göttliche Wahrheit des Seins in sich trägt, herabgestiegen in die Gewalt des Todes und der Unwissenheit; Savitri ist das Göttliche Wort, Tochter der Sonne, Göttin der höchsten Wahrheit, die herniederkommt und geboren wird, um zu erretten; Aswapati, der Herr des Pferdes, ihr menschlicher Vater, ist der Herr der Tapasya, jener konzentrierten Energie spirituellen Bemühens, die uns hilft, von der sterblichen Ebene zu den Unsterblichen zu steigen; Dyumatsena, Herr der Scheinenden Heerscharen, Vater von Satyavan, ist das Göttliche Mental, das hier erblindete und sein himmlisches Königreich der Schauung verloren hat, und damit sein Reich der Glorie. Doch dies ist keine bloße Allegorie, die Charaktere sind keine personifizierten Eigenschaften, sondern Verkörperungen oder Ausstrahlungen lebendiger und bewusster Kräfte, mit denen wir konkret in Berührung kommen können und sie nehmen menschliche Gestalt an, um dem Menschen zu helfen und ihm den Weg zu zeigen aus seinem sterblichen Zustand zu einem göttlichen Bewusstsein und einem unsterblichen Leben."

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SAVITRI

Eine Legende und ein Symbol

SRI AUROBINDO

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Savitri – A Legend and a Symbol Sri Aurobindo Fourth revised edition 1993 © Sri Aurobindo Ashram Trust 1950, 1993 Puducherry, Indien

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Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol Sri AurobindoEnglisch | DeutschVersion 5.8.8 | Oktober 2021Übersetzung von Wilfried Schuh

ISBN 978-3-937701-60-8

© 2021 AURO MEDIAVerlag und FachbuchhandelWilfried Schuh

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SAVITRI

A Legend and a Symbol

SRI AUROBINDO

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Contents

PART ONE

Books I –III

BOOK ONE

The Book of Beginnings

Canto One

The Symbol Dawn

Canto Two

The Issue

Canto Three

The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Soul’s Release

Canto Four

The Secret Knowledge

Canto Five

The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Spirit’s Freedom and Greatness

BOOK TWO

The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds

Canto One

The World-Stair

Canto Two

The Kingdom of Subtle Matter

Canto Three

The Glory and the Fall of Life

Canto Four

The Kingdoms of the Little Life

Canto Five

The Godheads of the Little Life

Canto Six

The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life

Canto Seven

The Descent into Night

Canto Eight

The World of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness

Canto Nine

The Paradise of the Life-Gods

Canto Ten

The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Little Mind

Canto Eleven

The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Mind

Canto Twelve

The Heavens of the Ideal

Canto Thirteen

In the Self of Mind

Canto Fourteen

The World-Soul

Canto Fifteen

The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge

BOOK THREE

The Book of the Divine Mother

Canto One

The Pursuit of the Unknowable

Canto Two

The Adoration of the Divine Mother

Canto Three

The House of the Spirit and the New Creation

Canto Four

The Vision and the Boon

PART TWO

Books IV-VIII

BOOK FOUR

The Book of Birth and Quest

Canto One

The Birth and Childhood of the Flame

Canto Two

The Growth of the Flame

Canto Three

The Call to the Quest

Canto Four

The Quest

BOOK FIVE

The Book of Love

Canto One

The Destined Meeting-Place

Canto Two

Satyavan

Canto Three

Satyavan and Savitri

BOOK SIX

The Book of Fate

Canto One

The Word of Fate

Canto Two

The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain

BOOK SEVEN

The Book of Yoga

Canto One

The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge of Death and the Heart’s Grief and Pain

Canto Two

The Parable of the Search for the Soul

Canto Three

The Entry into the Inner Countries

Canto Four

The Triple Soul-Forces

Canto Five

The Finding of the Soul

Canto Six

Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute

Canto Seven

The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness

BOOK EIGHT

The Book of Death

Canto Three

Death in the Forest

PART THREE

Books IX-XII

BOOK NINE

The Book of Eternal Night

Canto One

Towards the Black Void

Canto Two

The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness

BOOK TEN

The Book of the Double Twilight

Canto One

The Dream Twilight of the Ideal

Canto Two

The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal

Canto Three

The Debate of Love and Death

Canto Four

The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real

BOOK ELEVEN

The Book of Everlasting Day

Canto One

The Eternal Day: The Soul’s Choice and the Supreme Consummation

BOOK TWELVE

Epilogue

Epilogue

The Return to Earth

SRI AUROBINDO

Sri Aurobindo

Author`s Note

The tale of Satyavan and Savitri is recited in the Mahabharata as a story of conjugal love conquering death. But this legend is, as shown by many features of the human tale, one of the many symbolic myths of the Vedic cycle. Satyavan is the soul carrying the divine truth of being within itself but descended into the grip of death and ignorance; Savitri is the Divine Word, daughter of the Sun, goddess of the supreme Truth who comes down and is born to save; Aswapati, the Lord of the Horse, her human father, is the Lord of Tapasya, the concentrated energy of spiritual endeavour that helps us to rise from the mortal to the immortal planes; Dyumatsena, Lord of the Shining Hosts, father of Satyavan, is the Divine Mind here fallen blind, losing its celestial kingdom of vision, and through that loss its kingdom of glory. Still this is not a mere allegory, the characters are not personified qualities, but incarnations or emanations of living and conscious Forces with whom we can enter into concrete touch and they take human bodies in order to help man and show him the way from his mortal state to a divine consciousness and immortal life.

Sri Aurobindo

PART ONE

Books I - III

BOOK ONE

The Book of Beginnings

Canto OneThe Symbol Dawn

It was the hour before the Gods awake.

Across the path of the divine Event

The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone

In her unlit temple of eternity,

Lay stretched immobile upon Silence’ marge.

Almost one felt, opaque, impenetrable,

In the sombre symbol of her eyeless muse

The abysm of the unbodied Infinite;

A fathomless zero occupied the world.

A power of fallen boundless self awake

Between the first and the last Nothingness,

Recalling the tenebrous womb from which it came,

Turned from the insoluble mystery of birth

And the tardy process of mortality

And longed to reach its end in vacant Nought.

As in a dark beginning of all things,

A mute featureless semblance of the Unknown

Repeating for ever the unconscious act,

Prolonging for ever the unseeing will,

Cradled the cosmic drowse of ignorant Force

Whose moved creative slumber kindles the suns

And carries our lives in its somnambulist whirl.

Athwart the vain enormous trance of Space,

Its formless stupor without mind or life,

A shadow spinning through a soulless Void,

Thrown back once more into unthinking dreams,

Earth wheeled abandoned in the hollow gulfs

Forgetful of her spirit and her fate.

The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.

Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred;

A nameless movement, an unthought Idea

Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim,

Something that wished but knew not how to be,

Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.

A throe that came and left a quivering trace,

Gave room for an old tired want unfilled,

At peace in its subconscient moonless cave

To raise its head and look for absent light,

Straining closed eyes of vanished memory,

Like one who searches for a bygone self

And only meets the corpse of his desire.

It was as though even in this Nought’s profound,

Even in this ultimate dissolution’s core,

There lurked an unremembering entity,

Survivor of a slain and buried past

Condemned to resume the effort and the pang,

Reviving in another frustrate world.

An unshaped consciousness desired light

And a blank prescience yearned towards distant change.

As if a childlike finger laid on a cheek

Reminded of the endless need in things

The heedless Mother of the universe,

An infant longing clutched the sombre Vast.

Insensibly somewhere a breach began:

A long lone line of hesitating hue

Like a vague smile tempting a desert heart

Troubled the far rim of life’s obscure sleep.

Arrived from the other side of boundlessness

An eye of deity peered through the dumb deeps;

A scout in a reconnaissance from the sun,

It seemed amid a heavy cosmic rest,

The torpor of a sick and weary world,

To seek for a spirit sole and desolate

Too fallen to recollect forgotten bliss.

Intervening in a mindless universe,

Its message crept through the reluctant hush

Calling the adventure of consciousness and joy

And, conquering Nature’s disillusioned breast,

Compelled renewed consent to see and feel.

A thought was sown in the unsounded Void,

A sense was born within the darkness’ depths,

A memory quivered in the heart of Time

As if a soul long dead were moved to live:

But the oblivion that succeeds the fall,

Had blotted the crowded tablets of the past,

And all that was destroyed must be rebuilt

And old experience laboured out once more.

All can be done if the god-touch is there.

A hope stole in that hardly dared to be

Amid the Night’s forlorn indifference.

As if solicited in an alien world

With timid and hazardous instinctive grace,

Orphaned and driven out to seek a home,

An errant marvel with no place to live,

Into a far-off nook of heaven there came

A slow miraculous gesture’s dim appeal.

The persistent thrill of a transfiguring touch

Persuaded the inert black quietude

And beauty and wonder disturbed the fields of God.

A wandering hand of pale enchanted light

That glowed along a fading moment’s brink,

Fixed with gold panel and opalescent hinge

A gate of dreams ajar on mystery’s verge.

One lucent corner windowing hidden things

Forced the world’s blind immensity to sight.

The darkness failed and slipped like a falling cloak

From the reclining body of a god.

Then through the pallid rift that seemed at first

Hardly enough for a trickle from the suns,

Outpoured the revelation and the flame.

The brief perpetual sign recurred above.

A glamour from unreached transcendences

Iridescent with the glory of the Unseen,

A message from the unknown immortal Light

Ablaze upon creation’s quivering edge,

Dawn built her aura of magnificent hues

And buried its seed of grandeur in the hours.

An instant’s visitor the godhead shone.

On life’s thin border awhile the Vision stood

And bent over earth’s pondering forehead curve.

Interpreting a recondite beauty and bliss

In colour’s hieroglyphs of mystic sense,

It wrote the lines of a significant myth

Telling of a greatness of spiritual dawns,

A brilliant code penned with the sky for page.

Almost that day the epiphany was disclosed

Of which our thoughts and hopes are signal flares;

A lonely splendour from the invisible goal

Almost was flung on the opaque Inane.

Once more a tread perturbed the vacant Vasts;

Infinity’s centre, a Face of rapturous calm

Parted the eternal lids that open heaven;

A Form from far beatitudes seemed to near.

Ambassadress twixt eternity and change,

The omniscient Goddess leaned across the breadths

That wrap the fated journeyings of the stars

And saw the spaces ready for her feet.

Once she half looked behind for her veiled sun,

Then, thoughtful, went to her immortal work.

Earth felt the Imperishable’s passage close:

The waking ear of Nature heard her steps

And wideness turned to her its limitless eye,

And, scattered on sealed depths, her luminous smile

Kindled to fire the silence of the worlds.

All grew a consecration and a rite.

Air was a vibrant link between earth and heaven;

The wide-winged hymn of a great priestly wind

Arose and failed upon the altar hills;

The high boughs prayed in a revealing sky.

Here where our half-lit ignorance skirts the gulfs

On the dumb bosom of the ambiguous earth,

Here where one knows not even the step in front

And Truth has her throne on the shadowy back of doubt,

On this anguished and precarious field of toil

Outspread beneath some large indifferent gaze,

Impartial witness of our joy and bale,

Our prostrate soil bore the awakening ray.

Here too the vision and prophetic gleam

Lit into miracles common meaningless shapes;

Then the divine afflatus, spent, withdrew,

Unwanted, fading from the mortal’s range.

A sacred yearning lingered in its trace,

The worship of a Presence and a Power

Too perfect to be held by death-bound hearts,

The prescience of a marvellous birth to come.

Only a little the god-light can stay:

Spiritual beauty illumining human sight

Lines with its passion and mystery Matter’s mask

And squanders eternity on a beat of Time.

As when a soul draws near the sill of birth,

Adjoining mortal time to Timelessness,

A spark of deity lost in Matter’s crypt

Its lustre vanishes in the inconscient planes,

That transitory glow of magic fire

So now dissolved in bright accustomed air.

The message ceased and waned the messenger.

The single Call, the uncompanioned Power,

Drew back into some far-off secret world

The hue and marvel of the supernal beam:

She looked no more on our mortality.

The excess of beauty natural to god-kind

Could not uphold its claim on time-born eyes;

Too mystic-real for space-tenancy

Her body of glory was expunged from heaven:

The rarity and wonder lived no more.

There was the common light of earthly day.

Affranchised from the respite of fatigue

Once more the rumour of the speed of Life

Pursued the cycles of her blinded quest.

All sprang to their unvarying daily acts;

The thousand peoples of the soil and tree

Obeyed the unforeseeing instant’s urge,

And, leader here with his uncertain mind,

Alone who stares at the future’s covered face,

Man lifted up the burden of his fate.

And Savitri too awoke among these tribes

That hastened to join the brilliant Summoner’s chant

And, lured by the beauty of the apparent ways,

Acclaimed their portion of ephemeral joy.

Akin to the eternity whence she came,

No part she took in this small happiness;

A mighty stranger in the human field,

The embodied Guest within made no response.

The call that wakes the leap of human mind,

Its chequered eager motion of pursuit,

Its fluttering-hued illusion of desire,

Visited her heart like a sweet alien note.

Time’s message of brief light was not for her.

In her there was the anguish of the gods

Imprisoned in our transient human mould,

The deathless conquered by the death of things.

A vaster Nature’s joy had once been hers,

But long could keep not its gold heavenly hue

Or stand upon this brittle earthly base.

A narrow movement on Time’s deep abysm,

Life’s fragile littleness denied the power,

The proud and conscious wideness and the bliss

She had brought with her into the human form,

The calm delight that weds one soul to all,

The key to the flaming doors of ecstasy.

Earth’s grain that needs the sap of pleasure and tears

Rejected the undying rapture’s boon:

Offered to the daughter of infinity

Her passion-flower of love and doom she gave.

In vain now seemed the splendid sacrifice.

A prodigal of her rich divinity,

Her self and all she was she had lent to men,

Hoping her greater being to implant

And in their body’s lives acclimatise

That heaven might native grow on mortal soil.

Hard is it to persuade earth-nature’s change;

Mortality bears ill the eternal’s touch:

It fears the pure divine intolerance

Of that assault of ether and of fire;

It murmurs at its sorrowless happiness,

Almost with hate repels the light it brings;

It trembles at its naked power of Truth

And the might and sweetness of its absolute Voice.

Inflicting on the heights the abysm’s law,

It sullies with its mire heaven’s messengers:

Its thorns of fallen nature are the defence

It turns against the saviour hands of Grace;

It meets the sons of God with death and pain.

A glory of lightnings traversing the earth-scene,

Their sun-thoughts fading, darkened by ignorant minds,

Their work betrayed, their good to evil turned,

The cross their payment for the crown they gave,

Only they leave behind a splendid Name.

A fire has come and touched men’s hearts and gone;

A few have caught flame and risen to greater life.

Too unlike the world she came to help and save,

Her greatness weighed upon its ignorant breast

And from its dim chasms welled a dire return,

A portion of its sorrow, struggle, fall.

To live with grief, to confront death on her road, –

The mortal’s lot became the Immortal’s share.

Thus trapped in the gin of earthly destinies,

Awaiting her ordeal’s hour abode,

Outcast from her inborn felicity,

Accepting life’s obscure terrestrial robe,

Hiding herself even from those she loved,

The godhead greater by a human fate.

A dark foreknowledge separated her

From all of whom she was the star and stay;

Too great to impart the peril and the pain,

In her torn depths she kept the grief to come.

As one who watching over men left blind

Takes up the load of an unwitting race,

Harbouring a foe whom with her heart she must feed,

Unknown her act, unknown the doom she faced,

Unhelped she must foresee and dread and dare.

The long-foreknown and fatal morn was here

Bringing a noon that seemed like every noon.

For Nature walks upon her mighty way

Unheeding when she breaks a soul, a life;

Leaving her slain behind she travels on:

Man only marks and God’s all-seeing eyes.

Even in this moment of her soul’s despair,

In its grim rendezvous with death and fear,

No cry broke from her lips, no call for aid;

She told the secret of her woe to none:

Calm was her face and courage kept her mute.

Yet only her outward self suffered and strove;

Even her humanity was half divine:

Her spirit opened to the Spirit in all,

Her nature felt all Nature as its own.

Apart, living within, all lives she bore;

Aloof, she carried in herself the world:

Her dread was one with the great cosmic dread,

Her strength was founded on the cosmic mights;

The universal Mother’s love was hers.

Against the evil at life’s afflicted roots,

Her own calamity its private sign,

Of her pangs she made a mystic poignant sword.

A solitary mind, a world-wide heart,

To the lone Immortal’s unshared work she rose.

At first life grieved not in her burdened breast:

On the lap of earth’s original somnolence

Inert, released into forgetfulness,

Prone it reposed, unconscious on mind’s verge,

Obtuse and tranquil like the stone and star.

In a deep cleft of silence twixt two realms

She lay remote from grief, unsawn by care,

Nothing recalling of the sorrow here.

Then a slow faint remembrance shadowlike moved,

And sighing she laid her hand upon her bosom

And recognised the close and lingering ache,

Deep, quiet, old, made natural to its place,

But knew not why it was there nor whence it came.

The Power that kindles mind was still withdrawn:

Heavy, unwilling were life’s servitors

Like workers with no wages of delight;

Sullen, the torch of sense refused to burn;

The unassisted brain found not its past.

Only a vague earth-nature held the frame.

But now she stirred, her life shared the cosmic load.

At the summons of her body’s voiceless call

Her strong far-winging spirit travelled back,

Back to the yoke of ignorance and fate,

Back to the labour and stress of mortal days,

Lighting a pathway through strange symbol dreams

Across the ebbing of the seas of sleep.

Her house of Nature felt an unseen sway,

Illumined swiftly were life’s darkened rooms,

And memory’s casements opened on the hours

And the tired feet of thought approached her doors.

All came back to her: Earth and Love and Doom,

The ancient disputants, encircled her

Like giant figures wrestling in the night:

The godheads from the dim Inconscient born

Awoke to struggle and the pang divine,

And in the shadow of her flaming heart,

At the sombre centre of the dire debate,

A guardian of the unconsoled abyss

Inheriting the long agony of the globe,

A stone-still figure of high and godlike Pain

Stared into Space with fixed regardless eyes

That saw grief’s timeless depths but not life’s goal.

Afflicted by his harsh divinity,

Bound to his throne, he waited unappeased

The daily oblation of her unwept tears.

All the fierce question of man’s hours relived.

The sacrifice of suffering and desire

Earth offers to the immortal Ecstasy

Began again beneath the eternal Hand.

Awake she endured the moments’ serried march

And looked on this green smiling dangerous world,

And heard the ignorant cry of living things.

Amid the trivial sounds, the unchanging scene

Her soul arose confronting Time and Fate.

Immobile in herself, she gathered force.

This was the day when Satyavan must die.

End of Canto One

Canto TwoThe Issue

Awhile, withdrawn in secret fields of thought,

Her mind moved in a many-imaged past

That lived again and saw its end approach:

Dying, it lived imperishably in her;

Transient and vanishing from transient eyes,

Invisible, a fateful ghost of self,

It bore the future on its phantom breast.

Along the fleeting event’s far-backward trail

Regressed the stream of the insistent hours,

And on the bank of the mysterious flood

Peopled with well-loved forms now seen no more

And the subtle images of things that were,

Her witness spirit stood reviewing Time.

All that she once had hoped and dreamed and been,

Flew past her eagle-winged through memory’s skies.

As in a many-hued flaming inner dawn,

Her life’s broad highways and its sweet bypaths

Lay mapped to her sun-clear recording view,

From the bright country of her childhood’s days

And the blue mountains of her soaring youth

And the paradise groves and peacock wings of Love

To joy clutched under the silent shadow of doom

In a last turn where heaven raced with hell.

Twelve passionate months led in a day of fate.

An absolute supernatural darkness falls

On man sometimes when he draws near to God:

An hour arrives when fail all Nature’s means;

Forced out from the protecting Ignorance

And flung back on his naked primal need,

He at length must cast from him his surface soul

And be the ungarbed entity within:

That hour had fallen now on Savitri.

A point she had reached where life must be in vain

Or, in her unborn element awake,

Her will must cancel her body’s destiny.

For only the unborn spirit’s timeless power

Can lift the yoke imposed by birth in Time.

Only the Self that builds this figure of self

Can rase the fixed interminable line

That joins these changing names, these numberless lives,

These new oblivious personalities

And keeps still lurking in our conscious acts

The trail of old forgotten thoughts and deeds,

Disown the legacy of our buried selves,

The burdensome heirship to our vanished forms

Accepted blindly by the body and soul.

An episode in an unremembered tale,

Its beginning lost, its motive and plot concealed,

A once living story has prepared and made

Our present fate, child of past energies.

The fixity of the cosmic sequences

Fastened with hidden inevitable links

She must disrupt, dislodge by her soul’s force

Her past, a block on the Immortal’s road,

Make a rased ground and shape anew her fate.

A colloquy of the original Gods

Meeting upon the borders of the unknown,

Her soul’s debate with embodied Nothingness

Must be wrestled out on a dangerous dim background:

Her being must confront its formless Cause,

Against the universe weigh its single self.

On the bare peak where Self is alone with Nought

And life has no sense and love no place to stand,

She must plead her case upon extinction’s verge,

In the world’s death-cave uphold life’s helpless claim

And vindicate her right to be and love.

Altered must be Nature’s harsh economy;

Acquittance she must win from her past’s bond,

An old account of suffering exhaust,

Strike out from Time the soul’s long compound debt

And the heavy servitudes of the Karmic Gods,

The slow revenge of unforgiving Law

And the deep need of universal pain

And hard sacrifice and tragic consequence.

Out of a timeless barrier she must break,

Penetrate with her thinking depths the Void’s monstrous hush,

Look into the lonely eyes of immortal Death

And with her nude spirit measure the Infinite’s night.

The great and dolorous moment now was close.

A mailed battalion marching to its doom,

The last long days went by with heavy tramp,

Long but too soon to pass, too near the end.

Alone amid the many faces loved,

Aware among unknowing happy hearts,

Her armoured spirit kept watch upon the hours

Listening for a foreseen tremendous step

In the closed beauty of the inhuman wilds.

A combatant in silent dreadful lists,

The world unknowing, for the world she stood:

No helper had she save the Strength within;

There was no witness of terrestrial eyes;

The Gods above and Nature sole below

Were the spectators of that mighty strife.

Around her were the austere sky-pointing hills,

And the green murmurous broad deep-thoughted woods

Muttered incessantly their muffled spell.

A dense magnificent coloured self-wrapped life

Draped in the leaves’ vivid emerald monotone

And set with chequered sunbeams and blithe flowers

Immured her destiny’s secluded scene.

There had she grown to the stature of her spirit:

The genius of titanic silences

Steeping her soul in its wide loneliness

Had shown to her her self’s bare reality

And mated her with her environment.

Its solitude greatened her human hours

With a background of the eternal and unique.

A force of spare direct necessity

Reduced the heavy framework of man’s days

And his overburdening mass of outward needs

To a first thin strip of simple animal wants,

And the mighty wildness of the primitive earth

And the brooding multitude of patient trees

And the musing sapphire leisure of the sky

And the solemn weight of the slowly-passing months

Had left in her deep room for thought and God.

There was her drama’s radiant prologue lived.

A spot for the eternal’s tread on earth

Set in the cloistral yearning of the woods

And watched by the aspiration of the peaks

Appeared through an aureate opening in Time,

Where stillness listening felt the unspoken word

And the hours forgot to pass towards grief and change.

Here with the suddenness divine advents have,

Repeating the marvel of the first descent,

Changing to rapture the dull earthly round,

Love came to her hiding the shadow, Death.

Well might he find in her his perfect shrine.

Since first the earth-being’s heavenward growth began,

Through all the long ordeal of the race,

Never a rarer creature bore his shaft,

That burning test of the godhead in our parts,

A lightning from the heights on our abyss.

All in her pointed to a nobler kind.

Near to earth’s wideness, intimate with heaven,

Exalted and swift her young large-visioned spirit

Voyaging through worlds of splendour and of calm

Overflew the ways of Thought to unborn things.

Ardent was her self-poised unstumbling will;

Her mind, a sea of white sincerity,

Passionate in flow, had not one turbid wave.

As in a mystic and dynamic dance

A priestess of immaculate ecstasies

Inspired and ruled from Truth’s revealing vault

Moves in some prophet cavern of the gods,

A heart of silence in the hands of joy

Inhabited with rich creative beats

A body like a parable of dawn

That seemed a niche for veiled divinity

Or golden temple-door to things beyond.

Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps;

Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense

Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight

Poured a supernal beauty on men’s lives.

A wide self-giving was her native act;

A magnanimity as of sea or sky

Enveloped with its greatness all that came

And gave a sense as of a greatened world:

Her kindly care was a sweet temperate sun,

Her high passion a blue heaven’s equipoise.

As might a soul fly like a hunted bird,

Escaping with tired wings from a world of storms,

And a quiet reach like a remembered breast,

In a haven of safety and splendid soft repose

One could drink life back in streams of honey-fire,

Recover the lost habit of happiness,

Feel her bright nature’s glorious ambience,

And preen joy in her warmth and colour’s rule.

A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,

Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven;

Love in her was wider than the universe,

The whole world could take refuge in her single heart.

The great unsatisfied godhead here could dwell:

Vacant of the dwarf self’s imprisoned air,

Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath

Spiritual that can make all things divine.

For even her gulfs were secrecies of light.

At once she was the stillness and the word,

A continent of self-diffusing peace,

An ocean of untrembling virgin fire;

The strength, the silence of the gods were hers.

In her he found a vastness like his own,

His high warm subtle ether he refound

And moved in her as in his natural home.

In her he met his own eternity.

Till then no mournful line had barred this ray.

On the frail breast of this precarious earth,

Since her orbed sight in its breath-fastened house,

Opening in sympathy with happier stars

Where life is not exposed to sorrowful change,

Remembered beauty death-claimed lids ignore

And wondered at this world of fragile forms

Carried on canvas-strips of shimmering Time,

The impunity of unborn Mights was hers.

Although she leaned to bear the human load,

Her walk kept still the measures of the gods.

Earth’s breath had failed to stain that brilliant glass:

Unsmeared with the dust of our mortal atmosphere

It still reflected heaven’s spiritual joy.

Almost they saw who lived within her light

Her playmate in the sempiternal spheres

Descended from its unattainable realms

In her attracting advent’s luminous wake,

The white-fire dragon-bird of endless bliss

Drifting with burning wings above her days:

Heaven’s tranquil shield guarded the missioned child.

A glowing orbit was her early term,

Years like gold raiment of the gods that pass;

Her youth sat throned in calm felicity.

But joy cannot endure until the end:

There is a darkness in terrestrial things

That will not suffer long too glad a note.

On her too closed the inescapable Hand:

The armed Immortal bore the snare of Time.

One dealt with her who meets the burdened great.

Assigner of the ordeal and the path

Who chooses in this holocaust of the soul

Death, fall and sorrow as the spirit’s goads,

The dubious godhead with his torch of pain

Lit up the chasm of the unfinished world

And called her to fill with her vast self the abyss.

August and pitiless in his calm outlook,

Heightening the Eternal’s dreadful strategy,

He measured the difficulty with the might

And dug more deep the gulf that all must cross.

Assailing her divinest elements,

He made her heart kin to the striving human heart

And forced her strength to its appointed road.

For this she had accepted mortal breath;

To wrestle with the Shadow she had come

And must confront the riddle of man’s birth

And life’s brief struggle in dumb Matter’s night.

Whether to bear with Ignorance and death

Or hew the ways of Immortality,

To win or lose the godlike game for man,

Was her soul’s issue thrown with Destiny’s dice.

But not to submit and suffer was she born;

To lead, to deliver was her glorious part.

Here was no fabric of terrestrial make

Fit for a day’s use by busy careless Powers.

An image fluttering on the screen of Fate,

Half-animated for a passing show,

Or a castaway on the ocean of Desire

Flung to the eddies in a ruthless sport

And tossed along the gulfs of Circumstance,

A creature born to bend beneath the yoke,

A chattel and a plaything of Time’s lords,

Or one more pawn who comes destined to be pushed

One slow move forward on a measureless board

In the chess-play of the earth-soul with Doom, –

Such is the human figure drawn by Time.

A conscious frame was here, a self-born Force.

In this enigma of the dusk of God,

This slow and strange uneasy compromise

Of limiting Nature with a limitless Soul,

Where all must move between an ordered Chance

And an uncaring blind Necessity,

Too high the fire spiritual dare not blaze.

If once it met the intense original Flame,

An answering touch might shatter all measures made

And earth sink down with the weight of the Infinite.

A gaol is this immense material world:

Across each road stands armed a stone-eyed Law,

At every gate the huge dim sentinels pace.

A grey tribunal of the Ignorance,

An Inquisition of the priests of Night

In judgment sit on the adventurer soul,

And the dual tables and the Karmic norm

Restrain the Titan in us and the God:

Pain with its lash, joy with its silver bribe

Guard the Wheel’s circling immobility.

A bond is put on the high-climbing mind,

A seal on the too large wide-open heart;

Death stays the journeying discoverer, Life.

Thus is the throne of the Inconscient safe

While the tardy coilings of the aeons pass

And the Animal browses in the sacred fence

And the gold Hawk can cross the skies no more.

But one stood up and lit the limitless flame.

Arraigned by the dark Power that hates all bliss

In the dire court where life must pay for joy,

Sentenced by the mechanic justicer

To the afflicting penalty of man’s hopes,

Her head she bowed not to the stark decree

Baring her helpless heart to destiny’s stroke.

So bows and must the mind-born will in man

Obedient to the statutes fixed of old,

Admitting without appeal the nether gods.

In her the superhuman cast its seed.

Inapt to fold its mighty wings of dream

Her spirit refused to hug the common soil,

Or, finding all life’s golden meanings robbed,

Compound with earth, struck from the starry list,

Or quench with black despair the God-given light.

Accustomed to the eternal and the true,

Her being conscious of its divine founts

Asked not from mortal frailty pain’s relief,

Patched not with failure bargain or compromise.

A work she had to do, a word to speak:

Writing the unfinished story of her soul

In thoughts and actions graved in Nature’s book,

She accepted not to close the luminous page,

Cancel her commerce with eternity,

Or set a signature of weak assent

To the brute balance of the world’s exchange.

A force in her that toiled since earth was made,

Accomplishing in life the great world-plan,

Pursuing after death immortal aims,

Repugned to admit frustration’s barren role,

Forfeit the meaning of her birth in Time,

Obey the government of the casual fact

Or yield her high destiny up to passing Chance.

In her own self she found her high recourse;

She matched with the iron law her sovereign right:

Her single will opposed the cosmic rule.

To stay the wheels of Doom this greatness rose.

At the Unseen’s knock upon her hidden gates

Her strength made greater by the lightning’s touch

Awoke from slumber in her heart’s recess.

It bore the stroke of That which kills and saves.

Across the awful march no eye can see,

Barring its dreadful route no will can change,

She faced the engines of the universe;

A heart stood in the way of the driving wheels:

Its giant workings paused in front of a mind,

Its stark conventions met the flame of a soul.

A magic leverage suddenly is caught

That moves the veiled Ineffable’s timeless will:

A prayer, a master act, a king idea

Can link man’s strength to a transcendent Force.

Then miracle is made the common rule,

One mighty deed can change the course of things;

A lonely thought becomes omnipotent.

All now seems Nature’s massed machinery;

An endless servitude to material rule

And long determination’s rigid chain,

Her firm and changeless habits aping Law,

Her empire of unconscious deft device

Annul the claim of man’s free human will.

He too is a machine amid machines;

A piston brain pumps out the shapes of thought,

A beating heart cuts out emotion’s modes;

An insentient energy fabricates a soul.

Or the figure of the world reveals the signs

Of a tied Chance repeating her old steps

In circles around Matter’s binding-posts.

A random series of inept events

To which reason lends illusive sense, is here,

Or the empiric Life’s instinctive search,

Or a vast ignorant mind’s colossal work.

But wisdom comes, and vision grows within:

Then Nature’s instrument crowns himself her king;

He feels his witnessing self and conscious power;

His soul steps back and sees the Light supreme.

A Godhead stands behind the brute machine.

This truth broke in in a triumph of fire;

A victory was won for God in man,

The deity revealed its hidden face.

The great World-Mother now in her arose:

A living choice reversed fate’s cold dead turn,

Affirmed the spirit’s tread on Circumstance,

Pressed back the senseless dire revolving Wheel

And stopped the mute march of Necessity.

A flaming warrior from the eternal peaks

Empowered to force the door denied and closed

Smote from Death’s visage its dumb absolute

And burst the bounds of consciousness and Time.

End of Canto Two

Canto ThreeThe Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Soul’s Release

A world’s desire compelled her mortal birth.

One in the front of the immemorial quest,

Protagonist of the mysterious play

In which the Unknown pursues himself through forms

And limits his eternity by the hours

And the blind Void struggles to live and see,

A thinker and toiler in the ideal’s air,

Brought down to earth’s dumb need her radiant power.

His was a spirit that stooped from larger spheres

Into our province of ephemeral sight,

A colonist from immortality.

A pointing beam on earth’s uncertain roads,

His birth held up a symbol and a sign;

His human self like a translucent cloak

Covered the All-Wise who leads the unseeing world.

Affiliated to cosmic Space and Time

And paying here God’s debt to earth and man

A greater sonship was his divine right.

Although consenting to mortal ignorance,

His knowledge shared the Light ineffable.

A strength of the original Permanence

Entangled in the moment and its flow,

He kept the vision of the Vasts behind:

A power was in him from the Unknowable.

An archivist of the symbols of the Beyond,

A treasurer of superhuman dreams,

He bore the stamp of mighty memories

And shed their grandiose ray on human life.

His days were a long growth to the Supreme.

A skyward being nourishing its roots

On sustenance from occult spiritual founts

Climbed through white rays to meet an unseen Sun.

His soul lived as eternity’s delegate,

His mind was like a fire assailing heaven,

His will a hunter in the trails of light.

An ocean impulse lifted every breath;

Each action left the footprints of a god,

Each moment was a beat of puissant wings.

The little plot of our mortality

Touched by this tenant from the heights became

A playground of the living Infinite.

This bodily appearance is not all;

The form deceives, the person is a mask;

Hid deep in man celestial powers can dwell.

His fragile ship conveys through the sea of years

An incognito of the Imperishable.

A spirit that is a flame of God abides,

A fiery portion of the Wonderful,

Artist of his own beauty and delight,

Immortal in our mortal poverty.

This sculptor of the forms of the Infinite,

This screened unrecognised Inhabitant,

Initiate of his own veiled mysteries,

Hides in a small dumb seed his cosmic thought.

In the mute strength of the occult Idea

Determining predestined shape and act,

Passenger from life to life, from scale to scale,

Changing his imaged self from form to form,

He regards the icon growing by his gaze

And in the worm foresees the coming god.

At last the traveller in the paths of Time

Arrives on the frontiers of eternity.

In the transient symbol of humanity draped,

He feels his substance of undying self

And loses his kinship to mortality.

A beam of the Eternal smites his heart,

His thought stretches into infinitude;

All in him turns to spirit vastnesses.

His soul breaks out to join the Oversoul,

His life is oceaned by that superlife.

He has drunk from the breasts of the Mother of the worlds;

A topless Supernature fills his frame:

She adopts his spirit’s everlasting ground

As the security of her changing world

And shapes the figure of her unborn mights.

Immortally she conceives herself in him,

In the creature the unveiled Creatrix works:

Her face is seen through his face, her eyes through his eyes;

Her being is his through a vast identity.

Then is revealed in man the overt Divine.

A static Oneness and dynamic Power

Descend in him, the integral Godhead’s seals;

His soul and body take that splendid stamp.

A long dim preparation is man’s life,

A circle of toil and hope and war and peace

Tracked out by Life on Matter’s obscure ground.

In his climb to a peak no feet have ever trod,

He seeks through a penumbra shot with flame

A veiled reality half-known, ever missed,

A search for something or someone never found,

Cult of an ideal never made real here,

An endless spiral of ascent and fall

Until at last is reached the giant point

Through which his Glory shines for whom we were made

And we break into the infinity of God.

Across our nature’s border line we escape

Into Supernature’s arc of living light.

This now was witnessed in that son of Force;

In him that high transition laid its base.

Original and supernal Immanence

Of which all Nature’s process is the art,

The cosmic Worker set his secret hand

To turn this frail mud-engine to heaven-use.

A Presence wrought behind the ambiguous screen:

It beat his soil to bear a Titan’s weight,

Refining half-hewn blocks of natural strength

It built his soul into a statued god.

The Craftsman of the magic stuff of self

Who labours at his high and difficult plan

In the wide workshop of the wonderful world,

Modelled in inward Time his rhythmic parts.

Then came the abrupt transcendent miracle:

The masked immaculate Grandeur could outline,

At travail in the occult womb of life,

His dreamed magnificence of things to be.

A crown of the architecture of the worlds,

A mystery of married Earth and Heaven

Annexed divinity to the mortal scheme.

A Seer was born, a shining Guest of Time.

For him mind’s limiting firmament ceased above.

In the griffin forefront of the Night and Day

A gap was rent in the all-concealing vault;

The conscious ends of being went rolling back:

The landmarks of the little person fell,

The island ego joined its continent.

Overpassed was this world of rigid limiting forms:

Life’s barriers opened into the Unknown.

Abolished were conception’s covenants

And, striking off subjection’s rigorous clause,

Annulled the soul’s treaty with Nature’s nescience.

All the grey inhibitions were torn off

And broken the intellect’s hard and lustrous lid;

Truth unpartitioned found immense sky-room;

An empyrean vision saw and knew;

The bounded mind became a boundless light,

The finite self mated with infinity.

His march now soared into an eagle’s flight.

Out of apprenticeship to Ignorance

Wisdom upraised him to her master craft

And made him an archmason of the soul,

A builder of the Immortal’s secret house,

An aspirant to supernal Timelessness:

Freedom and empire called to him from on high;

Above mind’s twilight and life’s star-led night

There gleamed the dawn of a spiritual day.

As so he grew into his larger self,

Humanity framed his movements less and less;

A greater being saw a greater world.

A fearless will for knowledge dared to erase

The lines of safety Reason draws that bar

Mind’s soar, soul’s dive into the Infinite.

Even his first steps broke our small earth-bounds

And loitered in a vaster freer air.

In hands sustained by a transfiguring Might

He caught up lightly like a giant’s bow

Left slumbering in a sealed and secret cave

The powers that sleep unused in man within.

He made of miracle a normal act

And turned to a common part of divine works,

Magnificently natural at this height,

Efforts that would shatter the strength of mortal hearts,

Pursued in a royalty of mighty ease

Aims too sublime for Nature’s daily will:

The gifts of the spirit crowding came to him;

They were his life’s pattern and his privilege.

A pure perception lent its lucent joy:

Its intimate vision waited not to think;

It enveloped all Nature in a single glance,

It looked into the very self of things;

Deceived no more by form he saw the soul.

In beings it knew what lurked to them unknown;

It seized the idea in mind, the wish in the heart;

It plucked out from grey folds of secrecy

The motives which from their own sight men hide.

He felt the beating life in other men

Invade him with their happiness and their grief;

Their love, their anger, their unspoken hopes

Entered in currents or in pouring waves

Into the immobile ocean of his calm.

He heard the inspired sound of his own thoughts

Re-echoed in the vault of other minds;

The world’s thought-streams travelled into his ken;

His inner self grew near to others’ selves

And bore a kinship’s weight, a common tie,

Yet stood untouched, king of itself, alone.

A magical accord quickened and attuned

To ethereal symphonies the old earthy strings;

It raised the servitors of mind and life

To be happy partners in the soul’s response,

Tissue and nerve were turned to sensitive chords,

Records of lustre and ecstasy; it made

The body’s means the spirit’s acolytes.

A heavenlier function with a finer mode

Lit with its grace man’s outward earthliness;

The soul’s experience of its deeper sheaths

No more slept drugged by Matter’s dominance.

In the dead wall closing us from wider self,

Into a secrecy of apparent sleep,

The mystic tract beyond our waking thoughts,

A door parted, built in by Matter’s force,

Releasing things unseized by earthly sense:

A world unseen, unknown by outward mind

Appeared in the silent spaces of the soul.

He sat in secret chambers looking out

Into the luminous countries of the unborn

Where all things dreamed by the mind are seen and true

And all that the life longs for is drawn close.

He saw the Perfect in their starry homes

Wearing the glory of a deathless form,

Lain in the arms of the Eternal’s peace,

Rapt in the heart-beats of God-ecstasy.

He lived in the mystic space where thought is born

And will is nursed by an ethereal Power

And fed on the white milk of the Eternal’s strengths

Till it grows into the likeness of a god.

In the Witness’s occult rooms with mind-built walls

On hidden interiors, lurking passages

Opened the windows of the inner sight.

He owned the house of undivided Time.

Lifting the heavy curtain of the flesh

He stood upon a threshold serpent-watched,

And peered into gleaming endless corridors,

Silent and listening in the silent heart

For the coming of the new and the unknown.

He gazed across the empty stillnesses

And heard the footsteps of the undreamed Idea

In the far avenues of the Beyond.

He heard the secret Voice, the Word that knows,

And saw the secret face that is our own.

The inner planes uncovered their crystal doors;

Strange powers and influences touched his life.

A vision came of higher realms than ours,

A consciousness of brighter fields and skies,

Of beings less circumscribed than brief-lived men

And subtler bodies than these passing frames,

Objects too fine for our material grasp,

Acts vibrant with a superhuman light

And movements pushed by a superconscient force,

And joys that never flowed through mortal limbs,

And lovelier scenes than earth’s and happier lives.

A consciousness of beauty and of bliss,

A knowledge which became what it perceived,

Replaced the separated sense and heart

And drew all Nature into its embrace.

The mind leaned out to meet the hidden worlds:

Air glowed and teemed with marvellous shapes and hues,

In the nostrils quivered celestial fragrances,

On the tongue lingered the honey of paradise.

A channel of universal harmony,

Hearing was a stream of magic audience,

A bed for occult sounds earth cannot hear.

Out of a covert tract of slumber self

The voice came of a truth submerged, unknown

That flows beneath the cosmic surfaces,

Only mid an omniscient silence heard,

Held by intuitive heart and secret sense.

It caught the burden of secrecies sealed and dumb,

It voiced the unfulfilled demand of earth

And the song of promise of unrealised heavens

And all that hides in an omnipotent Sleep.

In the unceasing drama carried by Time

On its long listening flood that bears the world’s

Insoluble doubt on a pilgrimage without goal,

A laughter of sleepless pleasure foamed and spumed

And murmurings of desire that cannot die:

A cry came of the world’s delight to be,

The grandeur and greatness of its will to live,

Recall of the soul’s adventure into space,

A traveller through the magic centuries

And being’s labour in Matter’s universe,

Its search for the mystic meaning of its birth

And joy of high spiritual response,

Its throb of satisfaction and content

In all the sweetness of the gifts of life,

Its large breath and pulse and thrill of hope and fear,

Its taste of pangs and tears and ecstasy,

Its rapture’s poignant beat of sudden bliss,

The sob of its passion and unending pain.

The murmur and whisper of the unheard sounds

Which crowd around our hearts but find no window

To enter, swelled into a canticle

Of all that suffers to be still unknown

And all that labours vainly to be born

And all the sweetness none will ever taste

And all the beauty that will never be.

Inaudible to our deaf mortal ears

The wide world-rhythms wove their stupendous chant

To which life strives to fit our rhyme-beats here,

Melting our limits in the illimitable,

Tuning the finite to infinity.

A low muttering rose from the subconscient caves,

The stammer of the primal ignorance;

Answer to that inarticulate questioning,

There stooped with lightning neck and thunder’s wings

A radiant hymn to the Inexpressible

And the anthem of the superconscient light.

All was revealed there none can here express;

Vision and dream were fables spoken by truth

Or symbols more veridical than fact,

Or were truths enforced by supernatural seals.

Immortal eyes approached and looked in his,

And beings of many kingdoms neared and spoke:

The ever-living whom we name as dead

Could leave their glory beyond death and birth

To utter the wisdom which exceeds all phrase:

The kings of evil and the kings of good,

Appellants at the reason’s judgment seat,

Proclaimed the gospel of their opposites,

And all believed themselves spokesmen of God:

The gods of light and titans of the dark

Battled for his soul as for a costly prize.

In every hour loosed from the quiver of Time

There rose a song of new discovery,

A bow-twang’s hum of young experiment.

Each day was a spiritual romance,

As if he was born into a bright new world;

Adventure leaped an unexpected friend,

And danger brought a keen sweet tang of joy;

Each happening was a deep experience.

There were high encounters, epic colloquies,

And counsels came couched in celestial speech,

And honeyed pleadings breathed from occult lips

To help the heart to yield to rapture’s call,

And sweet temptations stole from beauty’s realms

And sudden ecstasies from a world of bliss.

It was a region of wonder and delight.

All now his bright clairaudience could receive;

A contact thrilled of mighty unknown things.

Awakened to new unearthly closenesses,

The touch replied to subtle infinities,

And with a silver cry of opening gates

Sight’s lightnings leaped into the invisible.

Ever his consciousness and vision grew;

They took an ampler sweep, a loftier flight;

He passed the border marked for Matter’s rule

And passed the zone where thought replaces life.

Out of this world of signs suddenly he came

Into a silent self where world was not

And looked beyond into a nameless vast.

These symbol figures lost their right to live,

All tokens dropped our sense can recognise;

There the heart beat no more at body’s touch,

There the eyes gazed no more on beauty’s shape.

In rare and lucent intervals of hush

Into a signless region he could soar

Packed with the deep contents of formlessness

Where world was into a single being rapt

And all was known by the light of identity

And Spirit was its own self-evidence.

The Supreme’s gaze looked out through human eyes

And saw all things and creatures as itself

And knew all thought and word as its own voice.

There unity is too close for search and clasp

And love is a yearning of the One for the One,

And beauty is a sweet difference of the Same

And oneness is the soul of multitude.

There all the truths unite in a single Truth,

And all ideas rejoin Reality.

There knowing herself by her own termless self,

Wisdom supernal, wordless, absolute

Sat uncompanioned in the eternal Calm,

All-seeing, motionless, sovereign and alone.

There knowledge needs not words to embody Idea;

Idea, seeking a house in boundlessness,

Weary of its homeless immortality,

Asks not in thought’s carved brilliant cell to rest

Whose single window’s clipped outlook on things

Sees only a little arc of God’s vast sky.

The boundless with the boundless there consorts;

While there, one can be wider than the world;

While there, one is one’s own infinity.

His centre was no more in earthly mind;

A power of seeing silence filled his limbs:

Caught by a voiceless white epiphany

Into a vision that surpasses forms,

Into a living that surpasses life,

He neared the still consciousness sustaining all.

The voice that only by speech can move the mind

Became a silent knowledge in the soul;

The strength that only in action feels its truth

Was lodged now in a mute omnipotent peace.

A leisure in the labour of the worlds,

A pause in the joy and anguish of the search

Restored the stress of Nature to God’s calm.

A vast unanimity ended life’s debate.

The war of thoughts that fathers the universe,

The clash of forces struggling to prevail

In the tremendous shock that lights a star

As in the building of a grain of dust,

The grooves that turn their dumb ellipse in space

Ploughed by the seeking of the world’s desire,

The long regurgitations of Time’s flood,

The torment edging the dire force of lust

That wakes kinetic in earth’s dullard slime

And carves a personality out of mud,

The sorrow by which Nature’s hunger is fed,

The oestrus which creates with fire of pain,

The fate that punishes virtue with defeat,

The tragedy that destroys long happiness,

The weeping of Love, the quarrel of the Gods,

Ceased in a truth which lives in its own light.

His soul stood free, a witness and a king.

Absorbed no more in the moment-ridden flux

Where mind incessantly drifts as on a raft

Hurried from phenomenon to phenomenon,

He abode at rest in indivisible Time.

As if a story long written but acted now,

In his present he held his future and his past,

Felt in the seconds the uncounted years

And saw the hours like dots upon a page.

An aspect of the unknown Reality

Altered the meaning of the cosmic scene.

This huge material universe became

A small result of a stupendous force:

Overtaking the moment the eternal Ray

Illumined That which never yet was made.

Thought lay down in a mighty voicelessness;

The toiling Thinker widened and grew still,

Wisdom transcendent touched his quivering heart:

His soul could sail beyond thought’s luminous bar;

Mind screened no more the shoreless infinite.

Across a void retreating sky he glimpsed

Through a last glimmer and drift of vanishing stars

The superconscient realms of motionless Peace

Where judgment ceases and the word is mute

And the Unconceived lies pathless and alone.

There came not form or any mounting voice;

There only were Silence and the Absolute.

Out of that stillness mind new-born arose

And woke to truths once inexpressible,

And forms appeared, dumbly significant,

A seeing thought, a self-revealing voice.

He knew the source from which his spirit came:

Movement was married to the immobile Vast;

He plunged his roots into the Infinite,

He based his life upon eternity.

Only awhile at first these heavenlier states,

These large wide-poised upliftings could endure.

The high and luminous tension breaks too soon,

The body’s stone stillness and the life’s hushed trance,

The breathless might and calm of silent mind;

Or slowly they fail as sets a golden day.

The restless nether members tire of peace;

A nostalgia of old little works and joys,

A need to call back small familiar selves,

To tread the accustomed and inferior way,

The need to rest in a natural pose of fall,

As a child who learns to walk can walk not long,

Replace the titan will for ever to climb,

On the heart’s altar dim the sacred fire.

An old pull of subconscious cords renews;

It draws the unwilling spirit from the heights,

Or a dull gravitation drags us down

To the blind driven inertia of our base.

This too the supreme Diplomat can use,

He makes our fall a means for greater rise.

For into ignorant Nature’s gusty field,

Into the half-ordered chaos of mortal life

The formless Power, the Self of eternal light

Follow in the shadow of the spirit’s descent;

The twin duality for ever one

Chooses its home mid the tumults of the sense.

He comes unseen into our darker parts

And, curtained by the darkness, does his work,

A subtle and all-knowing guest and guide,

Till they too feel the need and will to change.

All here must learn to obey a higher law,

Our body’s cells must hold the Immortal’s flame.

Else would the spirit reach alone its source

Leaving a half-saved world to its dubious fate.

Nature would ever labour unredeemed;

Our earth would ever spin unhelped in Space,

And this immense creation’s purpose fail

Till at last the frustrate universe sank undone.

Even his godlike strength to rise must fall:

His greater consciousness withdrew behind;

Dim and eclipsed, his human outside strove

To feel again the old sublimities,

Bring the high saving touch, the ethereal flame,

Call back to its dire need the divine Force.

Always the power poured back like sudden rain,

Or slowly in his breast a presence grew;

It clambered back to some remembered height

Or soared above the peak from which it fell.

Each time he rose there was a larger poise,

A dwelling on a higher spirit plane;

The Light remained in him a longer space.

In this oscillation between earth and heaven,

In this ineffable communion’s climb

There grew in him as grows a waxing moon

The glory of the integer of his soul.

A union of the Real with the unique,

A gaze of the Alone from every face,

The presence of the Eternal in the hours

Widening the mortal mind’s half-look on things,

Bridging the gap between man’s force and Fate

Made whole the fragment-being we are here.

At last was won a firm spiritual poise,

A constant lodging in the Eternal’s realm,

A safety in the Silence and the Ray,

A settlement in the Immutable.

His heights of being lived in the still Self;

His mind could rest on a supernal ground

And look down on the magic and the play

Where the God-child lies on the lap of Night and Dawn

And the Everlasting puts on Time’s disguise.

To the still heights and to the troubled depths

His equal spirit gave its vast assent:

A poised serenity of tranquil strength,

A wide unshaken look on Time’s unrest

Faced all experience with unaltered peace.

Indifferent to the sorrow and delight,

Untempted by the marvel and the call,

Immobile it beheld the flux of things,

Calm and apart supported all that is:

His spirit’s stillness helped the toiling world.

Inspired by silence and the closed eyes’ sight

His force could work with a new luminous art

On the crude material from which all is made

And the refusal of Inertia’s mass