Aurobindo 58 Savitri Book 3

An appreciation on Savitri- Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother Canto One: The Pursuit of the Unknowable Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'All is too little that the world can give: Its power and knowledge are the gifts of Time And cannot fill the spirit's sacred thirst.' A silence settled on his striving heart; Absolved from the voices of the world's desire, He turned to the Ineffable's timeless call.' 'But who that mightiness was he knew not yet.' 'A giant doubt overshadowed his advance.' 'Always a signless vague Immensity Brooded, without approach, beyond response, Condemning finite things to nothingness, Fronting him with the incommensurable.' 'On a dizzy verge where all disguises fail' 'He stood compelled to a tremendous choice.' 'Alone and fronting an intangible Force' His spirit faced the adventure of the Inane.' 'Abandoned by the worlds of Form he strove.' 'The universe removed its coloured veil, And at the unimaginable end Of the huge riddle of created things Appeared the far-seen Godhead of the whole, His feet firm-based on Life's stupendous wings, Omnipotent, a lonely seer of Time, Inward, inscrutable, with diamond gaze. 'A pure existence safe from thought and mood, A consciousness of unshared immortal bliss, It dwelt aloof in its bare infinite, One and unique, unutterably sole.' 'A silent Cause occult, impenetrable, Infinite, eternal, unthinkable, alone..... ............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 3 Canto 1 Page 305 The world lived on made empty of its Cause, Like love when the beloved's face is gone. Near, it retreated; far, it called him still. Nothing could satisfy but its delight: Its absence left the greatest actions dull, Its presence made the smallest seem divine. Page 306 It wore the guise of an indiscernible Vast, Or was a subtle kernel in the soul: A distant greatness left it huge and dim, A mystic closeness shut it sweetly in: It seemed sometimes a figment or a robe And seemed sometimes his own colossal shade. On a dizzy verge where all disguises fail And human mind must abdicate in Light Or die like a moth in the naked blaze of Truth, He stood compelled to a tremendous choice. Page 307 All glory of outline, sweetness of harmony, Rejected like a grace of trivial notes, Expunged from Being's silence nude, austere, Died into a fine and blissful Nothingness. Page 308 But what That was, no thought nor sight could tell. Life's question met by its silence died on her lips, The world's effort ceased convicted of ignorance Finding no sanction of supernal Light: There was no mind there with its need to know, There was no heart there with its need to love. The One by whom all live, who lives by none, An immeasurable luminous secrecy Guarded by the veils of the Unmanifest End of Book 3 Canto 1