Savitri

a Legend and a Symbol

 

CONTENTS

 

Pre-content

 

 

PART ONE

   
 

Book One

 

The Book of Beginnings

   

Canto I

   

The Symbol Dawn

   

Canto II

   

The Issue

   

Canto III

   

The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Soul's Release

   

Canto IV

   

The Secret Knowledge

   

Canto V

   

The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness

     
 

Book Two

 

The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds

   

Canto I

   

The World-Stair

   

Canto II

   

The Kingdom of Subtle Matter

   

Canto III

   

The Glory and the Fall of Life

   

Canto IV

   

The Kingdoms of the Little Life

   

Canto V

   

The Godheads of the Little Life

   

Canto VI

   

The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life

   

Canto VII

   

The Descent into Night

   

Canto VIII

   

The World of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness

   

Canto IX

   

The Paradise of the Life-Gods

   

Canto X

   

The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Little Mind

   

Canto XI

   

The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Mind

   

Canto XII

   

The Heavens of the Ideal

   

Canto XIII

   

In the Self of Mind

   

Canto XIV

   

The World-Soul

   

Canto XV

   

The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge

     
 

Book Three

 

The Book of the Divine Mother

   

Canto I

   

The Pursuit of the Unknowable

   

Canto II

   

The Adoration of the Divine Mother

   

Canto III

   

The House of the Spirit and the New Creation

   

Canto IV

   

The Vision and the Boon

     
 

PART TWO

     
 

Book Four

 

The Book of Birth and Quest

   

Canto I

   

The Birth and Childhood of the Flame

   

Canto II

   

The Growth of the Flame

   

Canto III

   

The Call to the Quest

   

Canto IV

   

The Quest

     
 

Book Five

 

The Book of Love

   

Canto I

   

The Destined Meeting-Place

   

Canto II

   

Satyavan

   

Canto III

   

Satyavan and Savitri

     
 

Book Six

 

The Book of Fate

   

Canto I

   

The Word of Fate

   

Canto II

   

The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain

     
 

Book Seven

 

The Book of Yoga

   

Canto I

   

The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge of Death and the Heart's Grief and Pain

   

Canto II

   

The Parable of the Search for the Soul

   

Canto III

   

The Entry into the Inner Countries

   

Canto IV

   

The Triple Soul-Forces

   

Canto V

   

The Finding of the Soul

   

Canto VI

   

Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute

   

Canto VII

   

The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness

     
 

Book Eight

 

The Book of Death

   

"Canto III"

   

Death in the Forest

     
 

PART THREE

     
 

Book Nine

 

The Book of Eternal Night

   

Canto I

   

Towards the Black Void

   

Canto II

   

The Journey in Eternal Night and the Voice of the Darkness

     
 

Book Ten

 

The Book of the Double Twilight

   

Canto I

   

The Dream Twilight of the Ideal

   

Canto II

   

The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal

   

Canto III

   

The Debate of Love and Death

   

Canto IV

   

The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real

     
 

Book Eleven

 

The Book of Everlasting Day

   

Canto I

   

The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation

     
 

Book Twelve

   

Epilogue

   

The Return to Earth

     
 

Note on the Text

 

 

Canto Seven

 

The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit

and the Cosmic Consciousness

 

IN THE little hermitage in the forest's heart,

In the sunlight and the moonlight and the dark

The daily human life went plodding on

Even as before with its small unchanging works

And its spare outward body of routine

And happy quiet of ascetic peace.

The old beauty smiled of the terrestrial scene;

She too was her old gracious self to men.

The Ancient Mother clutched her child to her breast

Pressing her close in her environing arms,

As if earth ever the same could for ever keep

The living spirit and body in her clasp,

As if death were not there nor end nor change.

Accustomed only to read outward signs

None saw aught new in her, none divined her state;

They saw a person where was only God's vast,

A still being or a mighty nothingness.

To all she was the same perfect Savitri:

A greatness and a sweetness and a light

Poured out from her upon her little world.

Life showed to all the same familiar face,

Her acts followed the old unaltered round,

She spoke the words that she was wont to speak

And did the things that she had always done.

Her eyes looked out on earth's unchanging face,

Around her soul's muteness all moved as of old;

A vacant consciousness watched from within,

Empty of all but bare Reality.

There was no will behind the word and act,

No thought formed in her brain to guide the speech:

 

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An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her,

Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown

Guarded the body for its future work,

Or Nature moved in her old stream of force.

Perhaps she bore made conscious in her breast

The miraculous Nihil, origin of our souls

And source and sum of the vast world's events,

The womb and grave of thought, a cipher of God,

A zero circle of being's totality.

It used her speech and acted in her acts,

It was beauty in her limbs, life in her breath;

The original Mystery wore her human face.

Thus was she lost within to separate self;

Her mortal ego perished in God's night.

Only a body was left, the ego's shell

Afloat mid drift and foam of the world-sea,

A sea of dream watched by a motionless sense

In a figure of unreal reality.

An impersonal foresight could already see, —

In the unthinking knowledge of the spirit

Even now it seemed nigh done, inevitable, —

The individual die, the cosmos pass;

These gone, the transcendental grew a myth,

The Holy Ghost without the Father and Son,

Or, a substratum of what once had been,

Being that never willed to bear a world

Restored to its original loneliness,

Impassive, sole, silent, intangible.

Yet all was not extinct in this deep loss;

The being travelled not towards nothingness.

There was some high surpassing Secrecy,

And when she sat alone with Satyavan,

Her moveless mind with his that searched and strove,

In the hush of the profound and intimate night

She turned to the face of a veiled voiceless Truth

Hid in the dumb recesses of the heart

 

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Or waiting beyond the last peak climbed by Thought, —

Unseen itself it sees the struggling world

And prompts our quest, but cares not to be found, —

Out of that distant Vast came a reply.

Something unknown, unreached, inscrutable

Sent down the messages of its bodiless Light,

Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours

Crossing the immobile silence of her mind:

In its might of irresponsible sovereignty

It seized on speech to give those flamings shape,

Made beat the heart of wisdom in a word

And spoke immortal things through mortal lips.

Or, listening to the sages of the woods,

In question and in answer broke from her

High strange revealings impossible to men,

Something or someone secret and remote

Took hold of her body for his mystic use,

Her mouth was seized to channel ineffable truths,

Knowledge unthinkable found an utterance.

Astonished by a new enlightenment,

Invaded by a streak of the Absolute,

They marvelled at her, for she seemed to know

What they had only glimpsed at times afar.

These thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,

Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;

Impassive the body claimed not its own voice,

But let the luminous greatness through it pass.

A dual Power at being's occult poles

Still acted, nameless and invisible:

Her divine emptiness was their instrument.

Inconscient Nature dealt with the world it had made,

And using still the body's instruments

Slipped through the conscious void she had become;

The superconscient Mystery through that Void

Missioned its word to touch the thoughts of men.

As yet this great impersonal speech was rare.

 

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But now the unmoving wide spiritual space

In which her mind survived tranquil and bare,

Admitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths:

A thought came through draped as an outer voice.

It called not for the witness of the mind,

It spoke not to the hushed receiving heart;

It came direct to the pure perception's seat,

An only centre now of consciousness,

If centre could be where all seemed only space;

No more shut in by body's walls and gates

Her being, a circle without circumference,

Already now surpassed all cosmic bounds

And more and more spread into infinity.

This being was its own unbounded world,

A world without form or feature or circumstance;

It had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought,

Yet saw itself and looked on all around

In a silence motionless and illimitable.

There was no person there, no centred mind,

No seat of feeling on which beat events

Or objects wrought and shaped reaction's stress.

There was no motion in this inner world,

All was a still and even infinity.

In her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour.

But now she sat by sleeping Satyavan,

Awake within, and the enormous Night

Surrounded her with the Unknowable's vast.

A voice began to speak from her own heart

That was not hers, yet mastered thought and sense.

As it spoke all changed within her and without;

All was, all lived; she felt all being one;

The world of unreality ceased to be:

There was no more a universe built by mind,

Convicted as a structure or a sign;

A spirit, a being saw created things

 

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And cast itself into unnumbered forms

And was what it saw and made; all now became

An evidence of one stupendous truth,

A Truth in which negation had no place,

A being and a living consciousness,

A stark and absolute Reality.

There the unreal could not find a place,

The sense of unreality was slain:

There all was conscious, made of the Infinite,

All had a substance of Eternity.

Yet this was the same Indecipherable;

It seemed to cast from it universe like a dream

Vanishing for ever into an original Void.

But this was no more some vague ubiquitous point

Or a cipher of vastness in unreal Nought.

It was the same but now no more seemed far

To the living clasp of her recovered soul.

It was her self, it was the self of all,

It was the reality of existing things,

It was the consciousness of all that lived

And felt and saw; it was Timelessness and Time,

It was the Bliss of formlessness and form.

It was all Love and the one Beloved's arms,

It was sight and thought in one all-seeing Mind,

It was joy of Being on the peaks of God.

She passed beyond Time into eternity,

Slipped out of space and became the Infinite;

Her being rose into unreachable heights

And found no end of its journey in the Self.

It plunged into the unfathomable deeps

And found no end to the silent mystery

That held all world within one lonely breast,

Yet harboured all creation's multitudes.

She was all vastness and one measureless point,

She was a height beyond heights, a depth beyond depths,

She lived in the everlasting and was all

 

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That harbours death and bears the wheeling hours.

All contraries were true in one huge spirit

Surpassing measure, change and circumstance.

An individual, one with cosmic self

In the heart of the Transcendent's miracle

And the secret of World-personality

Was the creator and the lord of all.

Mind was a single innumerable look

Upon himself and all that he became.

Life was his drama and the Vast a stage,

The universe was his body, God its soul.

All was one single immense reality,

All its innumerable phenomenon.

Her spirit saw the world as living God;

It saw the One and knew that all was He.

She knew him as the Absolute's self-space,

One with her self and ground of all things here

In which the world wanders seeking for the Truth

Guarded behind its face of ignorance:

She followed him through the march of endless Time.

All Nature's happenings were events in her,

The heart-beats of the cosmos were her own,

All beings thought and felt and moved in her;

She inhabited the vastness of the world,

Its distances were her nature's boundaries,

Its closenesses her own life's intimacies.

Her mind became familiar with its mind,

Its body was her body's larger frame

In which she lived and knew herself in it

One, multitudinous in its multitudes.

She was a single being, yet all things;

The world was her spirit's wide circumference,

The thoughts of others were her intimates,

Their feelings close to her universal heart,

Their bodies her many bodies kin to her;

She was no more herself but all the world.

 

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Out of the infinitudes all came to her,

Into the infinitudes sentient she spread,

Infinity was her own natural home.

Nowhere she dwelt, her spirit was everywhere,

The distant constellations wheeled round her;

Earth saw her born, all worlds were her colonies,

The greater worlds of life and mind were hers;

All Nature reproduced her in its lines,

Its movements were large copies of her own.

She was the single self of all these selves,

She was in them and they were all in her.

This first was an immense identity

In which her own identity was lost:

What seemed herself was an image of the Whole.

She was a subconscient life of tree and flower,

The outbreak of the honied buds of spring;

She burned in the passion and splendour of the rose,

She was the red heart of the passion-flower,

The dream-white of the lotus in its pool.

Out of subconscient life she climbed to mind,

She was thought and the passion of the world's heart,

She was the godhead hid in the heart of man,

She was the climbing of his soul to God.

The cosmos flowered in her, she was its bed.

She was Time and the dreams of God in Time;

She was Space and the wideness of his days.

From this she rose where Time and Space were not;

The superconscient was her native air,

Infinity was her movement's natural space;

Eternity looked out from her on Time.

 

END OF CANTO SEVEN

END OF BOOK SEVEN

 

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