Aurobindo 122 Savitri Book 7

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Seven:The Book of Yoga Canto Seven:The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'In the little hermitage in the forest's heart, In the sunlight and the moonlight and the dark The daily human life went plodding on Even as before with its small unchanging works And its spare outward body of routine And happy quiet of ascetic peace. The old beauty smiled of the terrestrial scene; She too was her old gracious self to men.' 'Accustomed only to read outward signs None saw aught new in her, none divined her state; ' 'To all she was the same perfect Savitri: ' 'An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her, Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown Guarded the body for its future work, Or Nature moved in her old stream of force.' A preparatory mind alert inside... 'Thus was she lost within to separate self; Her mortal ego perished in God's night.' 'There was some high surpassing Secrecy, And when she sat alone with Satyavan, Her moveless mind with his that searched and strove, In the hush of the profound and intimate night She turned to the face of a veiled voiceless Truth Hid in the dumb recesses of the heart 'Something unknown, unreached, inscrutable Sent down the messages of its bodiless Light, Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours Crossing the immobile silence of her mind: ' If it is not the told mythology 'What's next? ' is my curiosity......... ............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 Book7 Canto7 Page 551 The Ancient Mother clutched her child to her breast Pressing her close in her environing arms, As if earth ever the same could for ever keep The living spirit and body in her clasp, As if death were not there nor end nor change. They saw a person where was only God's vast, A still being or a mighty nothingness. Around her soul's muteness all moved as of old; A vacant consciousness watched from within, Empty of all but bare Reality. Page 552 Perhaps she bore made conscious in her breast ........A zero circle of being's totality. It used her speech and acted in her acts, It was beauty in her limbs, life in her breath; The original Mystery wore her human face. Only a body was left, the ego's shell Afloat mid drift and foam of the world-sea, A sea of dream watched by a motionless sense In a figure of unreal reality. These gone, the transcendental grew a myth, The Holy Ghost without the Father and Son, Or, a substratum of what once had been,