Aurobindo 63 Savitri Book 3

An appreciation on Savitri- Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'This seed was cased in the safety of the Light, It needed not a sheath of Ignorance. Then from the trance of that tremendous clasp And from the throbbings of that single Heart And from the naked Spirit's victory A new and marvellous creation rose.' 'Rapture of beatific energies Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy; ' 'There Oneness was not tied to monotone; It showed a thousand aspects of itself, Its calm immutable stability' 'Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.' 'In these new worlds projected he became A portion of the universal gaze, A station of the all-inhabiting light, A ripple on a single sea of peace.' 'These hues were the very prism of the Supreme, His beauty, power, delight creation's cause.' 'The Spirit's white neutrality became A playground of miracles, a rendezvous It made of Space a marvel house of God, The wonder and beauty of its Love and Force. The eternal Goddess moved in her cosmic house Sporting with God as a Mother with her child: 'To him the universe was her bosom of love, His toys were the immortal verities...' But with mortals why that art of treachery Of clasp and clash, cling and sting Into the crypt of creation crept.....? Awesome turned awful for our transience...? ... ............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 3 Page 323 A splendid centre of infinity's whirl Pushed to its zenith's height, its last expanse, Felt the divinity of its own self-bliss Repeated in its numberless other selves: Page 324 All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace. Page 325 He felt the footsteps of a million wills Moving in unison to a single goal. A stream ever new-born that never dies, Caught in its thousandfold current's ravishing flow, With eddies of immortal sweetness thrilled, Page 326 Aligned in their significant mystery The gleams of the symbols of the Ineffable Blazoned like hues upon a colourless air On the white purity of the Witness Soul.