Aurobindo 63 Savitri Book 3 Poem by Indira Renganathan

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's


'This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,
It needed not a sheath of Ignorance.
Then from the trance of that tremendous clasp
And from the throbbings of that single Heart
And from the naked Spirit's victory
A new and marvellous creation rose.'
'Rapture of beatific energies
Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy; '

'There Oneness was not tied to monotone;
It showed a thousand aspects of itself,
Its calm immutable stability'
'Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.'
'In these new worlds projected he became
A portion of the universal gaze,
A station of the all-inhabiting light,
A ripple on a single sea of peace.'

'These hues were the very prism of the Supreme,
His beauty, power, delight creation's cause.'
'The Spirit's white neutrality became
A playground of miracles, a rendezvous
It made of Space a marvel house of God,
The wonder and beauty of its Love and Force.
The eternal Goddess moved in her cosmic house
Sporting with God as a Mother with her child:

'To him the universe was her bosom of love,
His toys were the immortal verities...'
But with mortals why that art of treachery
Of clasp and clash, cling and sting
Into the crypt of creation crept.....?
Awesome turned awful for our transience...? ...

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

===============================================

Note: Some more inspiring, descriptive and
informative lines from Book 3 Canto 3

Page 323

A splendid centre of infinity's whirl
Pushed to its zenith's height, its last expanse,
Felt the divinity of its own self-bliss
Repeated in its numberless other selves:

Page 324

All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love
In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace.

Page 325

He felt the footsteps of a million wills
Moving in unison to a single goal.

A stream ever new-born that never dies,
Caught in its thousandfold current's ravishing flow,
With eddies of immortal sweetness thrilled,

Page 326

Aligned in their significant mystery
The gleams of the symbols of the Ineffable
Blazoned like hues upon a colourless air
On the white purity of the Witness Soul.