Aurobindo-8-Savitri-Book -1 - Poem by Indira Renganathan
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book I The Book of Beginnings-
canto-4-The Secret Knowledge
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
Beyond, beyond amid the limitless a path lit
The king was so high on his eminent height
'On a height he stood that looked towards greater heights'
Inclined to transience 'a deathbound littleness' we are
'Immortal our forgotten vastnesses
Await discovery in our summit selves'
Aware and beware how many in us of that..
Only 'a shapeless memory lingers' in our looking within
'In the oblivious field of mortal mind,
Revealed to the closed prophet eyes of trance
'The signals of eternity'in silent inward questing
'It is the origin and the master-clue,
A silence overhead, an inner voice,
A living image seated in the heart,
An unwalled wideness and a fathomless point,
'Truth of all these' is the 'secret grandiose meaning'
'Always we bear in us a magic key
Concealed in life's hermetic envelope.'
'It needs the intuitive heart, the inward turn,
It needs the power of a spiritual gaze.'...
Undeniably the way sages exemplified themselves
And so sadly exempted a huge unaware-flock today
'The dark Inconscient's signless mysteries
Stand up unsolved behind Fate's starting-line.'
'Along a path of aeons serpentine
In the coiled blackness of her nescient course
The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.'
'And conscious of the high things not yet won,
Ever she nurses in her sleepless breast
An inward urge that takes from her rest and peace.Wonderful! ! ..
............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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