Aurobindo 34-Savitri-Book -2 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto V The Godheads of the Little Life
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'This is the sign of Matter's infinite
This the weird purport of the picture shown
'To Science the giantess, measurer of her field,
As she pores on the record of her close survey
And mathematises her huge external world,
To Reason bound within the circle of sense,
Or in Thought's broad impalpable Exchange line 591 to
'We know not with what firm values for its base.'line 594

'Only religion in this bankruptcy
Presents its dubious riches to our hearts
Or signs unprovisioned cheques on the Beyond:
Our poverty shall there have its revenge.'
'But knowledge ends not in these surface powers'
'There is a deeper seeing from within'
'At last there wakes in us a witness Soul
That looks at truths unseen and scans the Unknown; '

'Life's borders crumble and join infinity.'
'A game, a work ambiguously divine.'
'It peers at the Real through the apparent form;
It labours in our mortal mind and sense; '
'All is not here a blinded Nature's task:
A Word, a Wisdom watches us from on high'
'An Eye unseen in the unseeing vast; '
'There is an Influence from a Light above'

'In our body's cells there sits a hidden Power
That sees the unseen and plans eternity,
Our smallest parts have room for deepest needs; '
'Lulled by Time's beats eternity sleeps in us.'
'Each part in us desires its absolute.'
'Our very senses blindly seek for bliss.'

............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 Book 2 Canto 5

Page 167&168

Our spirits depart discarding a futile life
Into the blank unknown or with them take
Death's passport into immortality.
Yet was this only a provisional scheme,
A false appearance sketched by limiting sense,
Mind's insufficient self-discovery,
An early attempt, a first experiment.
This was a toy to amuse the infant earth;

Page 168

The world quivers with a God-light at its core,
In Time's deep heart high purposes move and live,
Life's borders crumble and join infinity.

Our seekings are short-lived experiments
Made by a wordless and inscrutable Power
Testing its issues from inconscient Night
To meet its luminous self of Truth and Bliss.

It looks for the source of Light with vision's lamp;
It works to find the Doer of all works,
The unfelt Self within who is the guide,
The unknown Self above who is the goal.

Page 169

A mystic motive drives the stars and suns.
In this passage from a deaf unknowing Force
To struggling consciousness and transient breath
A mighty Supernature waits on Time.

Our minds are starters in the race to God,
Our souls deputed selves of the Supreme.

Across the cosmic field through narrow lanes
Asking a scanty dole from Fortune's hands
And garbed in beggar's robes there walks the One.

An Infant nursed on Nature's covert breast,
An Infant playing in the magic woods,
Fluting to rapture by the spirit's streams,
Awaits the hour when we shall turn to his call.