| (S 1) | ||
| Here was a quiet country of fixed mind, | EoS | |
| 360 | Here life no more was all nor passion’s voice; | |
| The cry of sense had sunk into a hush. | ||
| (S 2) | ||
| Soul was not there nor spirit but mind alone; | ||
| Mind claimed to be the spirit and the soul. | ||
| (S 3) | ||
| The spirit saw itself as form of mind, | EoS | |
| 365 | Lost itself in the glory of the thought, | |
| A light that made invisible the sun. | ||
| (S 4) | ||
| Into a firm and settled space she came | ||
| Where all was still and all things kept their place. | ||
| (S 5) | ||
| Each found what it had sought and knew its aim. | ||
| (S 6) | ||
| 370 | All had a final last stability. | |
| (S 7) | ||
| There one stood forth who bore authority | ||
| On an important brow and held a rod; | ||
| Command was incarnate in his gesture and tone; | ||
| Tradition’s petrified wisdom carved his speech, | ||
| 375 | His sentences savoured the oracle. | |
| (S 8) | ||
| “Traveller or pilgrim of the inner world, | EoS | |
| Fortunate art thou to reach our brilliant air | ||
| Flaming with thought’s supreme finality. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| O aspirant to the perfect way of life, | ||
| 380 | Here find it; rest from search and live at peace. | |
| (S 10) | ||
| Ours is the home of cosmic certainty. | ||
| (S 11) | ||
| Here is the truth, God’s harmony is here. | ||
| (S 12) | ||
| Register thy name in the book of the elite, | ||
| Admitted by the sanction of the few, | ||
| 385 | Adopt thy station of knowledge, thy post in mind, | |
| Thy ticket of order draw in Life’s bureau | ||
| And praise thy fate that made thee one of ours. | ||
| (S 13) | ||
| All here,docketed and tied, the mind can know, | ||
| All schemed by law that God permits to life. | ||
| (S 14) | ||
| 390 | This is the end and there is no beyond. | |
| (S 15) | ||
| Here is the safety of the ultimate wall, | EoS | |
| Here is the clarity of the sword of Light, | ||
| Here is the victory of a single Truth, | ||
| Here burns the diamond of flawless bliss. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| 395 | A favourite of Heaven and Nature live.” | |
| (S 17) | ||
| But to the too satisfied and confident sage | EoS | |
| Savitri replied casting into his world | ||
| Sight’s deep release, the heart’s questioning inner voice: | ||
| For here the heart spoke not, only clear daylight | ||
| 400 | Of intellect reigned here, limiting, cold, precise. | |
| (S 18) | ||
| “Happy are they who in this chaos of things, | EoS | |
| This coming and going of the feet of Time, | ||
| Can find the single Truth, the eternal Law: | ||
| Untouched they live by hope and doubt and fear. | ||
| (S 19) | ||
| 405 | Happy are men anchored on fixed belief | EoS |
| In this uncertain and ambiguous world, | ||
| Or who have planted in the heart’s rich soil | ||
| One small grain of spiritual certitude. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| Happiest who stand on faith as on a rock. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| 410 | But I must pass leaving the ended search, | EoS |
| Truth’s rounded outcome firm, immutable | ||
| And this harmonic building of world-fact, | ||
| This ordered knowledge of apparent things. | ||
| (S 22) | ||
| Here I can stay not, for I seek my soul.” | ||
| (S 23) | ||
| 415 | None answered in that bright contented world, | |
| Or only turned on their accustomed way | ||
| Astonished to hear questioning in that air | ||
| Or thoughts that could still turn to the Beyond. | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| But some murmured, passers-by from kindred spheres: | ||
| 420 | Each by his credo judged the thought she spoke. | |
| (S 25) | ||
| “Who then is this who knows not that the soul | EoS | |
| Is a least gland or a secretion’s fault | ||
| Disquieting the sane government of the mind, | ||
| Disordering the function of the brain, | ||
| 425 | Or a yearning lodged in Nature’s mortal house | |
| Or dream whispered in man’s cave of hollow thought | ||
| Who would prolong his brief unhappy term | ||
| Or cling to living in a sea of death?” | ||
| (S 26) | ||
| But others, “Nay, it is her spirit she seeks. | ||
| (S 27) | ||
| 430 | A splendid shadow of the name of God, | |
| A formless lustre from the Ideal’s realm, | ||
| The Spirit is the Holy Ghost of Mind; | ||
| But none has touched its limbs or seen its face. | ||
| (S 28) | ||
| Each soul is the great Father’s crucified Son, | EoS | |
| 435 | Mind is that soul’s one parent, its conscious cause, | |
| The ground on which trembles a brief passing light, | ||
| Mind, sole creator of the apparent world. | ||
| (S 29) | ||
| All that is here is part of our own self; | ||
| Our minds have made the world in which we live.” | ||
| (S 30) | ||
| 440 | Another with mystic and unsatisfied eyes | EoS |
| Who loved his slain belief and mourned its death, | ||
| “Is there one left who seeks for a Beyond? | ||
| (S 31) | ||
| Can still the path be found, opened the gate?” |
Book 7, Canto 3 – The Entry into the Inner Countries, Section 3Savitri Bhavan2021-09-25T05:27:38+00:00