Aurobindo 123 Savitri Book 7 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Seven: The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit
and the Cosmic Consciousness
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'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.'
'A thought came through draped as an outer voice.'
'It came direct to the pure perception's seat,
An only centre now of consciousness,
If centre could be where all seemed only space; '

'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; '

'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.'
'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 challenged herself towards the divine goal
Captured it to live divine by supra mental practice
A journey detached victoriously from Matter-bond
Inwardly breaking all hindrance cosmic, universal
Atlast to the abode of the Absolute in oneness
Savitri is exemplary for human beings to follow....

............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

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Note; Some more inspiring descriptive and
informative lines from Book7 Canto7

Page 553

These thoughts were formed not in her listening brain,
Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp;

Page 555

A Truth in which negation had no place,
A being and a living consciousness,
A stark and absolute Reality.

Page 556

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.

Page 557

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.

The cosmos flowered in her, she was its bed.

End of Canto 7
End of Book 7