Aurobindo 57 Savitri Book 2 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Two: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto Fifteen: The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'After a measureless moment of the soul
Again returning to these surface fields
Out of the timeless depths where he had sunk,
He heard once more the slow tread of the hours.
All once perceived and lived was far away;
Himself was to himself his only scene.'
'He dwelt in his self's colourless purity.'
A silence in silent purity in deep divinity...

'Out of the neutral silence of his soul
He passed to its fields of puissance and of calm'
'Traversed the realms of the supreme Idea
And sought the summit of created things
And the almighty source of cosmic change.'
'There Knowledge called him to her mystic peaks
Where thought is held in a vast internal sense '
Indeed a travel through the mystic supra-mental bliss...

'Delivered from the fictions of the mind
Time's triple dividing step baffled no more; '
'All but the ultimate Mystery was his field,
Almost the Unknowable disclosed its rim.
His self's infinities began to emerge,
The hidden universes cried to him; '
'He came new-born, infant and limitless
And grew in the wisdom of the timeless Child; '

He scanned the secrets of the Overmind,
He bore the rapture of the Oversoul.
He linked creation to the Eternal's sphere.
His finite parts approached their absolutes,
His actions framed the movements of the Gods,
His will took up the reins of cosmic Force.

............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 15

Page 297

It was a plane of undetermined spirit
That could be a zero or round sum of things,
A state in which all ceased and all began.

All it became that figures the absolute,
A high vast peak whence Spirit could see the worlds,
Calm's wide epiphany, wisdom's mute home,
A lonely station of Omniscience,
A diving-board of the Eternal's power,
A white floor in the house of All-Delight.

Page 298

Here was engendered the spiritual birth,
Here closed the finite's crawl to the Infinite.

A thousand roads leaped into Eternity
Or singing ran to meet God's veilless face.

One with self's inlook into its own pure vasts,
He saw the splendour of the spirit's realms,
The greatness and wonder of its boundless works,
The power and passion leaping from its calm,
The rapture of its movement and its rest,
And its fire-sweet miracle of transcendent life,

All there were moving mansions of God-bliss;
Eternal and unique they lived the One.

There forces are great outbursts of God's truth
And objects are its pure spiritual shapes;

All sentience is a sea of happiness
And all creation is an act of light.

Page 299

He moved through regions of transcendent Truth
Inward, immense, innumerably one.
There distance was his own huge spirit's extent;

On peaks where Silence listens with still heart
To the rhythmic metres of the rolling worlds,
He served the sessions of the triple Fire.

On the rim of two continents of slumber and trance
He heard the ever unspoken Reality's voice
Awaken revelation's mystic cry,
The birthplace found of the sudden infallible Word
And lived in the rays of an intuitive Sun.

Absolved from the ligaments of death and sleep
He rode the lightning seas of cosmic Mind
And crossed the ocean of original sound;

Page 300

A wisdom waiting on Omniscience
Sat voiceless in a vast passivity;
It judged not, measured not, nor strove to know,
But listened for the veiled all-seeing Thought
And the burden of a calm transcendent Voice.

His sight surpassed creation's head and base;
Ablaze the triple heavens revealed their suns,
The obscure Abyss exposed its monstrous rule.

There consciousness was a close and single weft;
The far and near were one in spirit-space,
The moments there were pregnant with all time.

The superconscient's screen was ripped by thought,
Idea rotated symphonies of sight,
Sight was a flame-throw from identity;
Life was a marvellous journey of the spirit,
Feeling a wave from the universal Bliss.

As if one who arrived out of infinity's womb
He came new-born, infant and limitless
And grew in the wisdom of the timeless Child;
He was a vast that soon became a Sun.

End Of Book Two