Aurobindo 67 Savitri Book 3

Aurobindo 67 Savitri Book 3 - Poem by Indira Renganathan An appreciation on Savitri- Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother Canto Four: The Vision and the Boon Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's 'A traveller in his oft-shifting home Amid the tread of many infinities, He has pitched a tent of life in desert Space.' 'Around him hungers the unpitying Void, The eternal Darkness seeks him with her hands, Inscrutable Energies drive him and deceive, Immense implacable deities oppose.' 'Across his path sits the dim camp of Night.' 'His day is a moment in perpetual Time; He is the prey of the minutes and the hours.' 'Assailed on earth and unassured of heaven, Descended here unhappy and sublime, ' 'A link between the demigod and the beast, He knows not his own greatness nor his aim; He has forgotten why he has come and whence.' A strange perplexing complexity.. 'His spirit and his members are at war; ' 'A strange antinomy is his nature's rule.' 'A riddle of opposites is made his field: ' 'He has need of death to find a greater life.' 'All sides he sees and turns to every call; 'He has no certain light by which to walk; ' 'His life is a blind-man's-buff, a hide-and-seek; ' 'He seeks himself and from himself he runs; ' 'Meeting himself, he thinks it other than he.' 'Always he builds, but finds no constant ground, 'Always he journeys, but nowhere arrives; ' 'Thus has he missed creation's absolute. Half-way he stops his star of destiny: ' None can define than Thee better on man.... ............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 4 Page 336 An inert Soul and a somnambulist Force Have made a world estranged from life and thought; The Dragon of the dark foundations keeps Unalterable the law of Chance and Death; On his long way through Time and Circumstance The grey-hued riddling nether shadow-Sphinx, Her dreadful paws upon the swallowing sands, Awaits him armed with the soul-slaying word: Freedom he asks but needs to live in bonds, He has need of darkness to perceive some light And need of grief to feel a little bliss; His mind is a lost torch-bearer on her roads.