Aurobindo 147 Savitri Book 10

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Ten:The Book of the Double Twilight Canto Three - The Debate of Love and Death Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Beyond the earth, but meant for delivered earth, Wisdom and joy prepare their perfect crown; Truth superhuman calls to thinking man. At last the soul turns to eternal things, In every shrine it cries for the clasp of God. Then is there played the crowning Mystery, Then is achieved the longed-for miracle.' Just only for the thinking man.... 'A mystic slow transfiguration works. All our earth starts from mud and ends in sky, And Love that was once an animal's desire, Then a sweet madness in the rapturous heart, An ardent comradeship in the happy mind, Becomes a wide spiritual yearning's space. A lonely soul passions for the Alone, ' Lovely, lovely..variegated colours of love 'All is itself, all is new-felt in God: A Lover leaning from his cloister's door Gathers the whole world into his single breast. Then shall the business fail of Night and Death: When unity is won, when strife is lost And all is known and all is clasped by Love Who would turn back to ignorance and pain? Clever Truth to fail 'Night and Death' 'O Death, I have triumphed over thee within; I quiver no more with the assault of grief; A mighty calmness seated deep within Has occupied my body and my sense: It takes the world's grief and transmutes to strength, It makes the world's joy one with the joy of God.... ............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 10 Canto 3 Page 632 Time thrills to the sapphics of her amour-song And Space fills with a white beatitude. In the vast golden laughter of Truth's sun Like a great heaven-bird on a motionless sea Is poised her winged ardour of creative joy On the still deep of the Eternal's peace. Out of the Void this grand creation rose, - For this the Spirit came into the Abyss And charged with its power Matter's unknowing force, In Night's bare session to cathedral Light, In Death's realm repatriate immortality.