Aurobindo 170 Savitri Book 11

An appreciation on Savitri- Book Eleven: The Book of Everlasting Day Canto One: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's A seer, he has entered the forbidden realms; ' 'Imagist casting the formless into shape, ' 'He is the carrier of the hidden fire, ' 'All from his stillness came as grows a tree; He is our seed and core, our head and base. All light is but a flash from his closed eyes: An all-wise Truth is mystic in his heart, The omniscient Ray is shut behind his lids: ' 'He is the Wisdom that comes not by thought, His wordless silence brings the immortal word. He sleeps in the atom and the burning star, He sleeps in man and god and beast and stone: Because he is there the Inconscient does its work, Because he is there the world forgets to die. He is the centre of the circle of God, He the circumference of Nature's run.' 'His slumber is an Almightiness in things, Awake, he is the Eternal and Supreme.' 'Above was the brooding bliss of the Infinite, Its omniscient and omnipotent repose, Its immobile silence absolute and alone.' 'All powers were woven in countless concords here.' The bliss that made the world in his body lived, Love and delight were the head of the sweet form.' 'In the alluring meshes of their snare Recaptured, the proud blissful members held All joys outrunners of the panting heart Then'A voice soared up whose magic sound could turn The poignant weeping of the earth to sobs Of rapture and her cry to spirit song.'..... ............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 11 Canto 1 Page 681 Armed with the golden speech, the diamond eye, His is the vision and the prophecy: A third spirit stood behind, their hidden cause, A mass of superconscience closed in light, Creator of things in his all-knowing sleep. Page 682 The nectar spilled by love with trembling hands, The joy the cup of Nature cannot hold, Had crowded to the beauty of his face, Were waiting in the honey of his laugh. Things hidden by the silence of the hours, The ideas that find no voice on living lips, The soul's pregnant meeting with infinity Had come to birth in him and taken fire: His lips curved eloquent like a rose of dawn; His gaze was the regard of eternity; The spirit of its sweet and calm intent Was a wise home of gladness and divulged The light of the ages in the mirth of the hours, A sun of wisdom in a miracled grove.