Aurobindo 127 Savitri Book 9

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Nine:The Book of Eternal Night Canto One:Towards the Black Void Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'So was she left alone in the huge wood, Surrounded by a dim unthinking world, Her husband's corpse on her forsaken breast.' 'Over the body she loved her soul leaned out In a great stillness without stir or voice, As if her mind had died with Satyavan.' Oh, the union divine wished the most Seemed lost was not to be lost however... 'Then suddenly there came on her the change Which in tremendous moments of our lives Can overtake sometimes the human soul And hold it up towards its luminous source.' 'Only the spirit sees and all is known.' 'A new sight comes, new voices in us form A body of the music of the Gods.' 'This in a moment's depths was born in her.' 'As in a choric robe of unheard sounds A Force descended trailing endless lights; ' 'Linking Time's seconds to infinity, Illimitably it girt the earth and her: It sank into her soul and she was changed.' 'Then like a thought fulfilled by some great word That mightiness assumed a symbol form: ' She sowed her faith to reap the fruit... 'Her being's spaces quivered with its touch, It covered her as with immortal wings; On its lips the curve of the unuttered Truth, A halo of Wisdom's lightnings for its crown, It entered the mystic lotus in her head, A thousand-petalled home of power and light.'... ............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 Book9 Canto 1 Page 571 She measured not her loss with helpless thoughts, Nor rent with tears the marble seals of pain: She rose not yet to face the dreadful god. The veil is torn, the thinker is no more: Then a calm Power seated above our brows Is seen, unshaken by our thoughts and deeds, Its stillness bears the voices of the world: Page 571&572 To mate with the Glory it sees, the spirit grows: The voice of life is tuned to infinite sounds, The moments on great wings of lightning come And godlike thoughts surprise the mind of earth. Page 572 Immortal yearnings without name leap down, Large quiverings of godhead seeking run And weave upon a puissant field of calm A high and lonely ecstasy of will. The Spirit who had hidden in Nature soared Out of his luminous nest within the worlds: Like a vast fire it climbed the skies of night. Thus were the cords of self-oblivion torn: A Presence was there that filled the listening world; A central All assumed her boundless life. A sovereignty, a silence and a swiftness, One brooded over abysses who was she.