Aurobindo-17-Savitri-Book -2 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto II The Kingdom of Subtle Matter
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'In the impalpable field of secret self,
This little outer being's vast support
Parted from vision by earth's solid fence, '..
Highly commendable is this expository style
In a secret interior decor of a wording-format
'He came into a magic crystal air
And found a life that lived not by the flesh,
A light that made visible immaterial things.'
'In that lucent ambience mystically clear
The eyes were doors to a celestial sense,
Hearing was music and the touch a charm,
And the heart drew a deeper breath of power.'
Ah, senses all sensed through a divined body...
'Our vague beginnings are overtaken there,
Our middle terms sketched out in prescient lines,
Our finished ends anticipated live.'
'Whatever our hearts conceive, our heads create,
Some high original beauty forfeiting,
Thence exiled here consents to an earthly tinge.
Whatever is here of visible charm and grace
Finds there its faultless and immortal lines;
All that is beautiful here is there divine.'
True, all visible makes have invisible images
Rested in the destiny of the primordial Cause
'Figures are there undreamed by mortal mind: '
'A carnival of beauty crowds the heights
In that magic kingdom of ideal sight.
In its antechambers of splendid privacy
Matter and soul in conscious union meet
Like lovers in a lonely secret place: '.....
............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 thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
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