Aurobindo 60 Savitri Book 3 Poem by Indira Renganathan

Aurobindo 60 Savitri Book 3



An appreciation on Savitri-
Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto Two: The Adoration of the Divine Mother
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'The Formless and the Formed were joined in her: '
'At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,
In their slow round the cycles turn to her call; '
'She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.
The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
A power of silence in the depths of God; '
'She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent, '

'All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things.'
'All here shall be one day her sweetness' home,
All contraries prepare her harmony; '
In her miraculous rapture we shall dwell,
Her clasp shall turn to ecstasy our pain.

'This known as in a thunder-flash of God,
The rapture of things eternal filled his limbs;
Amazement fell upon his ravished sense;
His spirit was caught in her intolerant flame.
Once seen, his heart acknowledged only her.
Only a hunger of infinite bliss was left.
All aims in her were lost, then found in her;
His base was gathered to one pointing spire.'

'But now his being was too wide for self; '
His heart's demand had grown immeasurable: '
'Her light, her bliss he asked for earth and men.'
'But vain are human power and human love'
'His nature's might seemed now an infant's grasp; '
A vast surrender was his only strength.'...

............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 3 Canto 2


Page 314

Incarnating inexpressibly in her limbs
The boundless joy the blind world-forces seek,
Her body of beauty mooned the seas of bliss.

The spirit's alchemist energy is hers;
She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire.

She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent,
The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
The joy that beckons from the impossible,
The Might of all that never yet came down.


End of Canto Two

Sunday, October 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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