Aurobindo-5-Savitri-Book -1 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book I The Book of Beginnings-canto-3-
The Yoga of the King: The Yoga of the Soul's Release
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
Yoga of king Aswapati(Father of Savitri) and
his yogic experiences.
'A world's desire compelled her mortal birth.'
'A thinker and toiler in the ideal's air, '
Brought down to earth's dumb need her radiant power.
His was a spirit that stooped from larger spheres'
'His soul lived as eternity's delegate,
His mind was like a fire assailing heaven,
His will a hunter in the trails of light.'
He was king Aswapati
'Hid deep in man celestial powers can dwell.'
'This sculptor of the forms of the Infinite,
Hides in a small dumb seed his cosmic thought.'
'Changing his imaged self from form to form,
He regards the icon growing by his gaze
And in the worm foresees the coming god.
At last the traveller in the paths of Time
Arrives on the frontiers of eternity.'
'A Presence wrought behind the ambiguous screen
It beat his soil to bear a Titan's weight, '
'It built his soul into a statued god'
'Then came the abrupt transcendent miracle '
'A mystery of married Earth and Heaven
Annexed divinity to the mortal scheme.'
A Seer was born, a shining Guest of Time
For him mind's limiting firmament ceased above'
'His march now soared into an eagle's flight.
Freedom and empire called to him from on high;
Above mind's twilight and life's star-led night
There gleamed the dawn of a spiritual day.
As so he grew into his larger self,
A greater being saw a greater world.'
............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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