Aurobindo 156 Savitri Book 10

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Ten:The Book of the Double Twilight Canto Four:The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'Each thought is a gold coin with bright alloy And error and truth are its obverse and reverse: This is the imperial mintage of the brain And of this kind is all its currency. Think not to plant on earth the living Truth Or make of Matter's world the home of God; ' These words touch my heart at its immense depth An appraisal of every human thought in true sense 'Truth comes not there but only the thought of Truth, God is not there but only the name of God.' 'All things he sees with calm indifferent gaze, ' 'How shall the mighty Mother her calm delight Keep fragrant in this narrow fragile vase, Or lodge her sweet unbroken ecstasy In hearts which earthly sorrow can assail And bodies careless Death can slay at will? ' Hmm..answer o'Savitri, only you can.. 'If heavens there are whose gates are shut to grief, ' 'If thou art Spirit and Nature is thy robe, Cast off thy garb and be thy naked self Immutable in its undying truth, Alone for ever in the mute Alone.' Strongblow of terms but all true Verses to ponder over again and again 'Turn then to God, for him leave all behind; Forgetting love, forgetting Satyavan, Annul thyself in his immobile peace. O soul, drown in his still beatitude. For thou must die to thyself to reach God's height: I, Death, am the gate of immortality.'..... ............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 4 Page 646 Immeasurably wise, he exceeds thy thought; His solitary joy needs not thy love. His truth in human thinking cannot dwell: If thou desirest Truth, then still thy mind For ever, slain by the dumb unseen Light. Immortal bliss lives not in human air: Page 647 If heavens there are whose gates are shut to grief, There seek the joy thou couldst not find on earth; Or in the imperishable hemisphere Where Light is native and Delight is king And Spirit is the deathless ground of things, Choose thy high station, child of Eternity.