| (S 1) | ||
| But judged not so his spirit’s wakened eye. | EoS | |
| (S 2) | ||
| As shines a solitary witness star | ||
| That burns apart, Light’s lonely sentinel, | ||
| In the drift and teeming of a mindless Night, | ||
| 205 | A single thinker in an aimless world | |
| Awaiting some tremendous dawn of God, | ||
| He saw the purpose in the works of Time. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| Even in that aimlessness a work was done | ||
| Pregnant with magic will and change divine. | ||
| (S 4) | ||
| 210 | The first writhings of the cosmic serpent Force | |
| Uncoiled from the mystic ring of Matter’s trance; | ||
| It raised its head in the warm air of life. | ||
| (S 5) | ||
| It could not cast off yet Night’s stiffening sleep | ||
| Or wear as yet mind’s wonder- flecks and streaks, | ||
| 215 | Put on its jewelled hood the crown of soul | |
| Or stand erect in the blaze of spirit’s sun. | ||
| (S 6) | ||
| As yet were only seen foulness and force, | ||
| The secret crawl of consciousness to light | ||
| Through a fertile slime of lust and battening sense, | ||
| 220 | Beneath the body’s crust of thickened self | |
| A tardy fervent working in the dark, | ||
| The turbid yeast of Nature’s passionate change, | ||
| Ferment of the soul’s creation out of mire. | ||
| (S 7) | ||
| A heavenly process donned this grey disguise, | ||
| 225 | A fallen ignorance in its covert night | |
| Laboured to achieve its dumb unseemly work, | ||
| A camouflage of the Inconscient’s need | ||
| To release the glory of God in Nature’s mud. | ||
| (S 8) | ||
| His sight, spiritual in embodying orbs, | ||
| 230 | Could pierce through the grey phosphorescent haze | |
| And scan the secrets of the shifting flux | ||
| That animates these mute and solid cells | ||
| And leads the thought and longing of the flesh | ||
| And the keen lust and hunger of its will. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| 235 | This too he tracked along its hidden stream | EoS |
| And traced its acts to a miraculous fount. | ||
| (S 10) | ||
| A mystic Presence none can probe nor rule, | ||
| Creator of this game of ray and shade | ||
| In this sweet and bitter paradoxical life, | ||
| 240 | Asks from the body the soul’s intimacies | |
| And by the swift vibration of a nerve | ||
| Links its mechanic throbs to light and love. | ||
| (S 11) | ||
| It summons the spirit’s sleeping memories | ||
| Up from subconscient depths beneath Time’s foam; | ||
| 245 | Oblivious of their flame of happy truth, | |
| Arriving with heavy eyes that hardly see, | ||
| They come disguised as feelings and desires, | ||
| Like weeds upon the surface float awhile | ||
| And rise and sink on a somnambulist tide. | ||
| (S 12) | ||
| 250 | Impure, degraded though her motions are, | EoS |
| Always a heaven-truth broods in life’s deeps; | ||
| In her obscurest members burns that fire. | ||
| (S 13) | ||
| A touch of God’s rapture in creation’s acts, | ||
| A lost remembrance of felicity | ||
| 255 | Lurks still in the dumb roots of death and birth, | |
| The world’s senseless beauty mirrors God’s delight. | ||
| (S 14) | ||
| That rapture’s smile is secret everywhere; | f[usion_modal_text_link name=”EoSB02C04L257″ class=”” id=””]EoS[/fusion_modal_text_link] |
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| It flows in the wind’s breath, in the tree’s sap , | ||
| Its hued magnificence blooms in leaves and flowers. | ||
| (S 15) | ||
| 260 | When life broke through its half-drowse in the plant | |
| That feels and suffers but cannot move or cry, | ||
| In beast and in winged bird and thinking man | ||
| It made of the heart’s rhythm its music’s beat; | ||
| It forced the unconscious tissues to awake | ||
| 265 | And ask for happiness and earn the pang | |
| And thrill with pleasure and laughter of brief delight, | ||
| And quiver with pain and crave for ecstasy. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| Imperative, voiceless, ill-understood, | EoS | |
| Too far from light, too close to being’s core, | ||
| 270 | Born strangely in Time from the eternal Bliss, | |
| It presses on heart’s core and vibrant nerve; | ||
| Its sharp self-seeking tears our consciousness; | ||
| Our pain and pleasure have that sting for cause: | ||
| Instinct with it, but blind to its true joy | ||
| 275 | The soul’s desire leaps out towards passing things. | |
| (S 17) | ||
| All Nature’s longing drive none can resist, | ||
| Comes surging through the blood and quickened sense; | ||
| An ecstasy of the infinite is her cause. | ||
| (S 18) | ||
| It turns in us to finite loves and lusts, | EoS | |
| 280 | The will to conquer and have, to seize and keep, | |
| To enlarge life’s room and scope and pleasure’s range, | ||
| To battle and overcome and make one’s own, | ||
| The hope to mix one’s joy with others’ joy, | ||
| A yearning to possess and be possessed, | ||
| 285 | To enjoy and be enjoyed, to feel, to live. | |
| (S 19) | ||
| Here was its early brief attempt to be, | ||
| Its rapid end of momentary delight | ||
| Whose stamp of failure haunts all ignorant life. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| Inflicting still its habit on the cells | ||
| 290 | The phantom of a dark and evil start | |
| Ghostlike pursues all that we dream and do. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| Although on earth are firm established lives, | ||
| A working of habit or a sense of law, | ||
| A steady repetition in the flux, | ||
| 295 | Yet are its roots of will ever the same; | |
| These passions are the stuff of which we are made. | ||
| (S 22) | ||
| This was the first cry of the awaking world. | EoS | |
| (S 23) | ||
| It clings around us still and clamps the god. | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| Even when reason is born and soul takes form, | ||
| 300 | In beast and reptile and in thinking man | |
| It lasts and is the fount of all their life. | ||
| (S 25) | ||
| This too was needed that breath and living might be. | ||
| (S 26) | ||
| The spirit in a finite ignorant world | EoS | |
| Must rescue so its prisoned consciousness | ||
| 305 | Forced out in little jets at quivering points | |
| From the Inconscient’s sealed infinitude. | ||
| (S 27) | ||
| Then slowly it gathers mass, looks up at Light. | ||
| (S 28) | ||
| This Nature lives tied to her origin, | ||
| A clutch of nether force is on her still; | ||
| 310 | Out of unconscious depths her instincts leap; | |
| A neighbour is her life to insentient Nought. | ||
| (S 29) | ||
| Under this law an ignorant world was made. | ||
| (S 30) | ||
| In the enigma of the darkened Vasts, | EoS | |
| In the passion and self-loss of the Infinite | ||
| 315 | When all was plunged in the negating Void, | |
| Non-Being’s night could never have been saved | ||
| If Being had not plunged into the dark | ||
| Carrying with it its triple mystic cross. | ❊ | |
| (S 31) | ||
| Invoking in world-time the timeless truth, | ||
| 320 | Bliss changed to sorrow, knowledge made ignorant, | |
| God’s force turned into a child’s helplessness | ||
| Can bring down heaven by their sacrifice. | ||
| (S 32) | ||
| A contradiction founds the base of life: | EoS | |
| The eternal, the divine Reality | ||
| 325 | Has faced itself with its own contraries; | |
| Being became the Void and Conscious-Force | ||
| Nescience and walk of a blind Energy | ||
| And Ecstasy took the figure of world-pain. | ||
| (S 33) | ||
| In a mysterious dispensation’s law | ||
| 330 | A Wisdom that prepares its far-off ends | |
| Planned so to start her slow aeonic game. | ||
| (S 34) | ||
| A blindfold search and wrestle and fumbling clasp | ||
| Of a half-seen Nature and a hidden Soul, | ||
| A game of hide-and-seek in twilit rooms, | ||
| 335 | A play of love and hate and fear and hope | |
| Continues in the nursery of mind | ||
| Its hard and heavy romp of self-born twins. | ||
| (S 35) | ||
| At last the struggling Energy can emerge | EoS | |
| And meet the voiceless Being in wider fields; | ||
| 340 | Then can they see and speak and, breast to breast, | |
| In a larger consciousness, a clearer light, | ||
| The Two embrace and strive and each know each | ||
| Regarding closer now the playmate’s face. | ||
| (S 36) | ||
| Even in these formless coilings he could feel | ||
| 345 | Matter’s response to an infant stir of soul. | |
| (S 37) | ||
| In Nature he saw the mighty Spirit concealed, | EoS | |
| Watched the weak birth of a tremendous Force, | ||
| Pursued the riddle of Godhead’s tentative pace, | ||
| Heard the faint rhythms of a great unborn Muse. |
Book 2, Canto 4 – The Kingdoms of the Little Life, Section 4Savitri Bhavan2023-07-24T10:04:24+00:00