Aurobindo 186 Savitri Book 12

An appreciation on Savitri Book Twelve: Epilogue The Return to Earth Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's Like the sun concealed in night resumes light Thrilled at the sight of the divine lotus 'He murmured with hesitating lips her name, And vaguely recollecting wonder cried, ' 'Whence hast thou brought me captive back, love-chained, To thee and sunlight's walls, O golden beam And casket of all sweetness, Savitri, Godhead and woman, moonlight of my soul? ' 'For surely I have travelled in strange worlds By thee companioned, a pursuing spirit, Together we have disdained the gates of night.' 'Where now has passed that formidable Shape Which rose against us, the Spirit of the Void, Claiming the world for Death and Nothingness, Denying God and soul? Or was all a dream Or a vision seen in a spiritual sleep, ...' 'But she replied, 'Our parting was the dream; 'Look round thee and behold, glad and unchanged Our home, this forest with its thousand cries' 'Only our souls have left Death's night behind, Changed by a mighty dream's reality, Illumined by the light of symbol worlds And the stupendous summit self of things, And stood at Godhead's gates limitless, free.' Then filled with the glory of their happiness They rose and with safe clinging fingers locked Hung on each other in a silent look. But he with a new wonder in his heart And a new flame of worship in his eyes: 'What high change is in thee, O Savitri? ... ............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 12 Epilogue Page 718 Our home, this forest with its thousand cries And the whisper of the wind among the leaves And, through rifts in emerald scene, the evening sky, God's canopy of blue sheltering our lives, And the birds crying for heart's happiness, Winged poets of our solitary reign, Our friends on earth where we are king and queen.