Aurobindo 31-Savitri-Book -2

An appreciation on Savitri Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds Canto V The Godheads of the Little Life Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'A spirit that perished not with the body and breath Was there like a shadow of the Unmanifest And stood behind the little personal form But claimed not yet this earthly embodiment.' 'This huge world unintelligibly turns In the shadow of a mused Inconscience; It hides a key to inner meanings missed, It locks in our hearts a voice we cannot hear.' 'Transient creations point and hit the sky: ' 'Our reason cannot sound life's mighty sea And only counts its waves and scans its foam; It knows not whence these motions touch and pass, It sees not whither sweeps the hurrying flood: 'Unseen here act dim huge world-energies And only trickles and currents are our share. Our mind lives far off from the authentic Light' 'Our acts emerge from a crypt our minds ignore. Our deepest depths are ignorant of themselves; ' 'In the subterranean reaches of the spirit A puissance acts and recks not what it means; ' 'Using unthinking monitors and scribes, It is the cause of what we think and feel.' 'The troglodytes of the subconscious Mind, 'Line 386 to Transmits the messages of the cosmic Force'Line 393 'A whisper falls into life's inner ear And echoes from the dun subconscient caves, Speech leaps, thought quivers, the heart vibrates, the will Answers and tissue and nerve obey the call.' Our lives translate these subtle intimacies; All is the commerce of a secret Power. ............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 2 Canto 5 Page 160 An enigmatic labour of the spirit, An exact machine of which none knows the use, An art and ingenuity without sense, This minute elaborate orchestrated life For ever plays its motiveless symphonies. A world-conjecture's scheme is laboured out On the dim floor of mind's incertitude, Or painfully built a fragmentary whole. Impenetrable, a mystery recondite Is the vast plan of which we are a part; Page 161 Impotent to share in Nature's mystic tact, Inapt to feel the pulse and core of things, Our reason cannot sound life's mighty sea And only counts its waves and scans its foam; Only it strives to canalise its powers And hopes to turn its course to human ends: But all its means come from the Inconscient's store. Our lives are inlets of an ocean's force. No understanding binds our comrade parts; As our earth's roots lurk screened below our earth, So lie unseen our roots of mind and life. Our springs are kept close hid beneath, within; Our souls are moved by powers behind the wall.