Aurobindo 121 Savitri Book 7

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Seven: The Book of Yoga Canto Six: Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'As if continuing old habitual turns, And pushed by an old unexhausted force The engine did the work for which it was made: Her consciousness looked on and took no part; ' A new conscious mind in the front Pushing behind all routine of a mechanical mind... 'A hollow physical shell persisted still. 'All seemed a brilliant shadow of itself, ' 'Wherever she turned, at whatsoever she looked, It was perceived, yet hid from mind and sight. The One only real shut itself from Space And stood aloof from the idea of Time. Its truth escaped from shape and line and hue.' 'It faced her as some vast Nought's immensity, An endless No to all that seems to be, An endless Yes to things ever unconceived' 'If all existence could renounce to be And Being take refuge in Non-being's arms And Non-being could strike out its ciphered round, Some lustre of that Reality might appear. A formless liberation came on her.' 'She was no more a Person in a world, She had escaped into infinity.' 'There was no frame of things, no figure of soul.' 'She shared the Superconscient's high retreat Beyond the self-born Word, the nude Idea, The first bare solid ground of consciousness; ' 'A lonely Absolute negated all: It effaced the ignorant world from its solitude And drowned the soul in its everlasting peace.'.... ............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 6 Page 545 There was no person there behind the act, No mind that chose or passed the fitting word: All wrought like an unerring apt machine. Page 546 An incoherence crossing a firm void Slipped into an order of related chance. The enduring mass and outline of the hills Was a design sketched on a silent mind And held to a tremulous false solidity By constant beats of visionary sight. The forest with its emerald multitudes Clothed with its show of hues vague empty Space, A painting's colours hiding a surface void That flickered upon dissolution's edge; The blue heavens, an illusion of the eyes, Roofed in the mind's illusion of a world. The men who walked beneath an unreal sky Seemed mobile puppets out of cardboard cut And pushed by unseen hands across the soil Or moving pictures upon Fancy's film: Page 547 The brain's vibrations that appear like thought, The nerve's brief answer to each contact's knock, The heart's quiverings felt as joy and grief and love Were twitchings of the body, their seeming self, That body forged from atoms and from gas A manufactured lie of Maya's make, Its life a dream seen by the sleeping Void. It met her like an omnipresent point Pure of dimensions, unfixed, invisible, The single oneness of its multiplied beat Accentuating its sole eternity. Page 548 The world is but a spark-burst from its light, All moments flashes from its Timelessness, All objects glimmerings of the Bodiless That disappear from Mind when That is seen. It held, as if a shield before its face, A consciousness that saw without a seer, The Truth where knowledge is not nor knower nor known, The Love enamoured of its own delight In which the Lover is not nor the Beloved Bringing their personal passion into the Vast, Page 549 She was in That but still became not That. Even now her splendid being might flame back Out of the silence and the nullity, A gleaming portion of the All-Wonderful, A power of some all-affirming Absolute, A shining mirror of the eternal Truth To show to the One-in-all its manifest face, To the souls of men their deep identity. Or she might wake into God's quietude Beyond the cosmic day and cosmic night And rest appeased in his white eternity. End of Book-7 Canto-6