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But all is screened, subliminal, mystical;
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It needs the intuitive heart, the inward turn, | ||
It needs the power of a spiritual gaze. | ||
(S 2) | ||
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Else to our waking mind’s small moment look
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A goalless voyage seems our dubious course
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Some Chance has settled or hazarded some Will,
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Or a Necessity without aim or cause | ||
Unwillingly compelled to emerge and be.
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(S 3) | ||
135 |
In this dense field where nothing is plain or sure,
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Our very being seems to us questionable, | ||
Our life a vague experiment, the soul | ||
A flickering light in a strange ignorant world, | ||
The earth a brute mechanic accident | ||
140 | A net of death in which by chance we live. | |
(S 4) | ||
All we have learned appears a doubtful guess,
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The achievement done a passage or a phase
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Whose farther end is hidden from our sight,
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A chance happening or a fortuitous fate.
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(S 5) | ||
145 |
Out of the unknown we move to the unknown.
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(S 6) | ||
Ever surround our brief existence here | ||
Grey shadows of unanswered questionings;
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The dark Inconscient’s signless mysteries | ||
Stand up unsolved behind Fate’s starting-line.
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(S 7) | ||
150 | An aspiration in the Night’s profound, | |
Seed of a perishing body and half-lit mind, | ||
Uplifts its lonely tongue of conscious fire | ||
Towards an undying Light for ever lost; | ||
Only it hears, sole echo of its call, | ||
155 | The dim reply in man’s unknowing heart | |
And meets, not understanding why it came | ||
Or for what reason is the suffering here, | ||
God’s sanction to the paradox of life | ||
And the riddle of the Immortal’s birth in Time.
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(S 8) | ||
160 |
Along a path of aeons serpentine
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In the coiled blackness of her nescient course
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The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.
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(S 9) | ||
A Being is in her whom she hopes to know, | ||
A Word speaks to her heart she cannot hear,
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A Fate compels whose form she cannot see.
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(S 10) | ||
In her unconscious orbit through the Void
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Out of her mindless depths she strives to rise,
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A perilous life her gain, a struggling joy;
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A Thought that can conceive but hardly knows
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EoS | |
170 | Arises slowly in her and creates | |
The idea, the speech that labels more than it lights;
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A trembling gladness that is less than bliss
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Invades from all this beauty that must die.
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(S 11) | ||
dragging by the sorrow dragging at her feet
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175 |
And conscious of the high things not yet won,
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Ever she nurses in her sleepless breast | ||
An inward urge that takes from her rest and peace.
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(S 12) | ||
Ignorant and weary and invincible, | ||
She seeks through the soul’s war and quivering pain
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The pure perfection her marred nature needs,
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A breath of Godhead on her stone and mire.
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(S 13) | ||
A faith she craves that can survive defeat, | ||
The sweetness of a love that knows not death,
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The radiance of a truth for ever sure. | ||
(S 14) | ||
185 | A light grows in her, she assumes a voice, | EoS |
Her state she learns to read and the act she has done,
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But the one needed truth eludes her grasp, | ||
Herself and all of which she is the sign. | ||
(S 15) | ||
An inarticulate whisper drives her steps | EoS | |
190 |
Of which she feels the force but not the sense;
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A few rare intimations come as guides, | ||
Immense divining flashes cleave her brain,
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And sometimes in her hours of dream and muse
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The truth that she has missed looks out on her
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195 | As if far off and yet within her soul. | |
(S 16) | ||
A change comes near that flees from her surmise
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And, ever postponed, compels attempt and hope,
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Yet seems too great for mortal hope to dare.
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(S 17) | ||
A vision meets her of supernal Powers
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200 | That draw her as if mighty kinsmen lost | |
Approaching with estranged great luminous gaze.
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(S 18) | ||
Then is she moved to all that she is not | ||
And stretches arms to what was never hers.
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(S 19) | ||
Outstretching arms to the unconscious Void,
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205 |
Passionate she prays to invisible forms of Gods
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Soliciting from dumb Fate and toiling Time
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What most she needs, what most exceeds her scope,
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A Mind unvisited by illusion’s gleams,
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A Will expressive of soul’s deity,
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A Strength not forced to stumble by its speed,
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A Joy that drags not sorrow as its shade. | ||
(S 20) | ||
For these she yearns and feels them destined hers:
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Heaven’s privilege she claims as her own right.
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(S 21) | ||
Just is her claim the all-witnessing Gods approve,
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215 | Clear in a greater light than reason owns: | |
Our intuitions are its title-deeds;
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Our souls accept what our blind thoughts refuse.
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(S 22) | ||
Earth’s winged chimaeras are Truth’s steeds in Heaven,
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The impossible God’s sign of things to be. | ||
(S 23) | ||
220 | But few can look beyond the present state | |
Or overleap this matted hedge of sense. | ||
(S 24) | ||
All that transpires on earth and all beyond
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Are parts of an illimitable plan
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The One keeps in his heart and knows alone.
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(S 25) | ||
225 |
Our outward happenings have their seed within,
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And even this random Fate that imitates Chance,
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This mass of unintelligible results,
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Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:
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The laws of the Unknown create the known.
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(S 26) | ||
230 |
The events that shape the appearance of our lives
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Are a cipher of $$ quiverings
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Which rarely we surprise or vaguely feel, | ||
Are an outcome of suppressed realities | ||
That hardly rise into material day: | ||
235 |
They are born from the spirit’s sun of hidden powers
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Digging a tunnel through emergency. | ||
(S 27) | ||
But who shall pierce into the cryptic gulf | ||
And learn what deep necessity of the soul | ||
Determined casual deed and consequence?
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240 | Absorbed in a routine of daily acts, | |
Our eyes are fixed on an external scene; | ||
We hear the crash of the wheels of Circumstance
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And wonder at the hidden cause of things. | ||
(S 28) | ||
Yet a foreseeing Knowledge might be ours, | ||
245 | If we could take our spirit’s stand within, | |
If we could hear the muffled daemon voice | ||
(S 29) | ||
Too seldom is the shadow of what must come
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Cast in an instant on the secret sense | ||
Which feels the shock of the invisible, | ||
250 | And seldom in the few who answer give | |
The mighty process of the cosmic Will | ||
Communicates its image to our sight, | ||
Identifying the world’s mind with ours. | ||
(S 30) | ||
Our range is fixed within the crowded arc | EoS | |
255 |
Of what we observe and touch and thought can guess
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And rarely dawns the light of the Unknown | ||
Waking in us the prophet and the seer. | ||
(S 31) | ||
The outward and the immediate are our field,
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The dead past is our background and support;
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260 |
Mind keeps the soul prisoner, we are slaves to our acts;
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We cannot free our gaze to reach wisdom’s sun.
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(S 32) | ||
Inheritor of the brief animal mind, | EoS | |
Man, still a child in Nature’s mighty hands, | ||
In the succession of the moments lives; | ||
265 | To a changing present is his narrow right; | |
His memory stares back at a phantom past,
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The future flees before him as he moves; | ||
He sees imagined garments, not a face. | ||
(S 33) | ||
Armed with a limited precarious strength,
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270 |
He saves his fruits of work from adverse chance.
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(S 34) | ||
A struggling ignorance is his wisdom’s mate:
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He waits to see the consequence of his acts,
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He waits to weigh the certitude of his thoughts,
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He knows not what he shall achieve or when;
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275 |
He knows not whether at last he shall survive,
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Or end like the mastodon and the sloth
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And perish from the earth where he was king.
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(S 35) | ||
He is ignorant of the meaning of his life, | EoS | |
He is ignorant of his high and splendid fate. | ||
(S 36) | ||
280 | Only the Immortals on their deathless heights | ❊ |
Dwelling beyond the walls of Time and Space,
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Masters of living, free from the bonds of Thought,
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Who are overseers of Fate and Chance and Will
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And experts of the theorem of world-need, | ||
285 |
Can see the Idea, the Might that change Time’s course,
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Come maned with light from undiscovered worlds,
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Hear, while the world toils on with its deep blind heart,
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The galloping hooves of the unforeseen event,
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Bearing the superhuman Rider, near | ||
290 |
And, impassive to earth’s din and startled cry,
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Return to the silence of the hills of God; | ||
As lightning leaps, as thunder sweeps, they pass
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And leave their mark on the trampled breast of Life.
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(S 37) | ||
Above the world the world-creators stand, | (MA) | |
295 | In the phenomenon see its mystic source. | |
(S 38) | ||
These heed not the deceiving outward play, | ||
They turn not to the moment’s busy tramp, | ||
But listen with the still patience of the Unborn
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For the slow footsteps of far Destiny | ||
300 |
Approaching through huge distances of Time,
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Unmarked by the eye that sees effect and cause,
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Unheard mid the clamour of the human plane.
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(S 39) | ||
Attentive to an unseen Truth they seize | ||
A sound as of invisible augur wings
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305 |
Voices of an unplumbed significance,
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Mutterings that brood in the core of Matter’s sleep.
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(S 40) | ||
In the heart’s profound audition they can catch
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The murmurs lost by Life’s uncaring ear, | ||
A prophet-speech in Thought’s omniscient trance.
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(S 41) | ||
310 | Above the illusion of the hopes that pass, | |
Behind the appearance and the overt act,
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Behind this clock-work Chance and vague surmise
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Amid the wrestle of force, the trampling feet,
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Across the cries of anguish and of joy, | ||
315 | Across the triumph, fighting and despair, | |
They watch the Bliss for which earth’s heart has cried
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On the long road which cannot see its end | ||
Winding undetected through the sceptic days
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And to meet it guide the unheedful l moving world.
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(S 42) | ||
320 |
Thus will the masked Transcendent mount his throne.
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(S 43) | ||
When darkness deepens strangling the earth’s breast
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EoS | |
And man’s corporeal mind is the only lamp,
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As a thief’s in the night shall be the covert tread
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Of one who steps unseen into his house. | ||
(S 44) | ||
325 | A Voice ill-heard shall speak, the soul obey, | EoS |
A Power into mind’s inner chamber steal,
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A charm and sweetness open life’s closed doors
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And beauty conquer the resisting world, | ||
The Truth-Light capture Nature by surprise, | ||
330 |
A stealth of God compel the heart to bliss
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And earth grow unexpectedly divine. | ||
(S 45) | ||
In Matter shall be lit the spirit’s glow, | (MA) | |
In body and body kindled the sacred birth;
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Night shall awake to the anthem of the stars,
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335 | The days become a happy pilgrim march, | |
Our will a force of the Eternal’s power, | ||
And thought the rays of a spiritual sun. | ||
(S 46) | ||
A few shall see what none yet understands; | EoS | |
God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep;
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340 |
For man shall not know the coming till its hour
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And belief shall be not till the work is done. |
Book 1 Canto 4 – The Secret Knowledge, Section 2Savitri Bhavan2023-05-14T15:57:40+00:00