Aurobindo 107 Savitri Book 7

An appreciation on Savitri Book Seven: The Book of Yoga Canto Four: The Triple Soul-Forces Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Here, living centre of that vision of peace, A Woman sat in clear and crystal light: Heaven had unveiled its lustre in her eyes, Her feet were moonbeams, her face was a bright sun, Her smile could persuade a dead lacerated heart To live again and feel the hands of calm. A low music heard became her floating voice: ' 'dead lacerated heart To live again'...meaningful 'O Savitri, I am thy secret soul.'Line 426 to And body bear the immense descent of God.' 494 'I have come down to the wounded desolate earth To heal her pangs and lull her heart to rest And lay her head upon the Mother's lap That she may dream of God and know his peace' May these words work this moment for our peace... All our needs, feels, actions, their results All the powers in and sorrounding are of Him 'But human mind clings to its ignorance And to its littleness the human heart And to its right to grief the earthly life. Only when Eternity takes Time by the hand, Only when infinity weds the finite's thought, Can man be free from himself and live with God.' 'She spoke and from the ignorant nether plane A cry, a warped echo naked and shuddering came. A voice of the sense-shackled human mind Carried its proud complaint of godlike power Hedged by the limits of a mortal's thoughts, Bound in the chains of earthly ignorance..... ............My consciousness this moment, O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine May there so, let Savitri in my self arise Aroused there so be knowledge and fortune ============================================== Note: Some more inspiring, descriptive and informative lines from Book 7 Canto 4 Page 515 In the anomalies of the human heart Where Good and Evil are close bedfellows And Light is by Darkness dogged at every step, Where his largest knowledge is an ignorance, I am the Power that labours towards the best And works for God and looks up towards the heights. Page 516 Many are God's forms by which he grows in man; They stamp his thoughts and deeds with divinity, Uplift the stature of the human clay Or slowly transmute it into heaven's gold. Page 515&516 He is the Good for which men fight and die, He is the war of Right with Titan wrong; He is Freedom rising deathless from her pyre; He is Valour guarding still the desperate pass Or lone and erect on the shattered barricade Or a sentinel in the dangerous echoing Night. He is the crown of the martyr burned in flame And the glad resignation of the saint And courage indifferent to the wounds of Time And the hero's might wrestling with death and fate. He is Wisdom incarnate on a glorious throne And the calm autocracy of the sage's rule. He is the high and solitary Thought Aloof above the ignorant multitude: He is the prophet's voice, the sight of the seer. He is Beauty, nectar of the passionate soul, He is the Truth by which the spirit lives. He is the riches of the spiritual Vast Poured out in healing streams on indigent Life; He is Eternity lured from hour to hour, He is infinity in a little space: He is immortality in the arms of death.