(S 1) | ||
At the outset of this enigmatic world | ||
Which seems at once an enormous brute machine | ||
And a slow unmasking of the spirit in things, | ||
In this revolving chamber without walls | ||
120 | In which God sits impassive everywhere | |
As if unknown to himself and by us unseen | ||
In a miracle of inconscient secrecy, | ||
Yet is all here his action and his will. | ||
(S 2) | ||
In this whirl and sprawl through infinite vacancy | ||
125 | The Spirit became Matter and lay in the whirl, | |
A body sleeping without sense or soul. | ||
(S 3) | ||
A mass phenomenon of visible shapes | ||
Supported by the silence of the Void | ||
Appeared in the eternal Consciousness | ||
130 | And seemed an outward and insensible world. | |
(S 4) | ||
There was none there to see and none to feel; | ||
Only the miraculous Inconscient, | ||
A subtle wizard skilled, was at its task. | ||
(S 5) | ||
Inventing ways for magical results, | ||
135 | Managing creation’s marvellous device, | |
Marking mechanically dumb wisdom’s points, | ||
Using the unthought inevitable Idea, | ||
It did the works of God’s intelligence | ||
Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown. | ||
(S 6) | ||
140 | Still consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb, | |
Unfelt was the Bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds. | ||
(S 7) | ||
Being was an inert substance driven by Force. | ||
(S 8) | ||
At first was only an etheric Space: | ||
Its huge vibrations circled round and round | ||
145 | Housing some unconceived initiative: | |
Upheld by a supreme original Breath | ||
Expansion and contraction’s mystic act | ||
Created touch and friction in the void, | ||
Into abstract emptiness brought clash and clasp: | ||
150 | Parent of an expanding universe | |
In a matrix of disintegrating force, | ||
By spending it conserved an endless sum. | ||
(S 9) | ||
On the hearth of Space it kindled a viewless Fire | ||
That, scattering worlds as one might scatter seeds, | ||
155 | Whirled out the luminous order of the stars. | |
(S 10) | ||
An ocean of electric Energy | ||
Formlessly formed its strange wave-particles | ||
Constructing by their dance this solid scheme, | ||
Its mightiness in the atom shut to rest; | ||
160 | Masses were forged or feigned and visible shapes; | |
Light flung the photon’s swift revealing spark | ||
And showed, in the minuteness of its flash | ||
Imaged, this cosmos of apparent things. | ||
(S 11) | ||
Thus has been made this real impossible world, | ||
165 | An obvious miracle or convincing show. | |
(S 12) | ||
Or so it seems to man’s audacious mind | ||
Who seats his thought as the arbiter of truth, | ||
His personal vision as impersonal fact, | ||
As witnesses of an objective world | ||
170 | His erring sense and his instruments artifice. | |
(S 13) | ||
Thus must he work life’s tangible riddle out | ||
In a doubtful light, by error seize on Truth | ||
And slowly part the visage and the veil. | ||
(S 14) | ||
Or else forlorn of faith in mind and sense, | ||
175 | His knowledge a bright body of ignorance, | |
He sees in all things strangely fashioned here | ||
The unwelcome jest of a deceiving Force, | ||
A parable of Maya and her might. | ||
(S 15) | ||
This vast perpetual motion caught and held | ||
180 | In the mysterious and unchanging change | |
Of the persistent movement we call Time | ||
And ever renewing its recurrent beat, | ||
These mobile rounds that stereotype a flux, | ||
These static objects in the cosmic dance | ||
185 | That are but Energy’s self-repeating whorls | |
Prolonged by the spirit of the brooding Void, | ||
Awaited life and sense and waking Mind. | ||
(S 16) | ||
A little the Dreamer changed his pose of stone. | ||
(S 17) | ||
But when the Inconscient’s scrupulous work was done | ||
190 | And Chance coerced by fixed immutable laws, | |
A scene was set for Nature’s conscious play. | ||
(S 18) | ||
Then stirred the Spirit’s mute immobile sleep; | ||
The Force concealed broke dumbly, slowly out. | ||
(S 19) | ||
A dream of living woke in Matter’s heart, | ||
195 | A will to live moved the Inconscient’s dust, | |
A freak of living startled vacant Time, | ||
Ephemeral in a blank eternity, | ||
Infinitesimal in a dead Infinite. | ||
(S 20) | ||
A subtler breath quickened dead Matter’s forms; | ||
200 | The world’s set rhythm changed to a conscious cry; | |
A serpent Power twinned the insensible Force. | ||
(S 21) | ||
Islands of living dotted lifeless Space | ||
And germs of living formed in formless air. | ||
(S 22) | ||
A Life was born that followed Matter’s law, | ||
205 | Ignorant of the motives of its steps; | |
Ever inconstant, yet for ever the same, | ||
It repeated the paradox that gave it birth: | ||
Its restless and unstable stabilities | ||
Recurred incessantly in the flow of Time | ||
210 | And purposeful movements in unthinking forms | |
Betrayed the heavings of an imprisoned Will. | ||
(S 23) | ||
Waking and sleep lay locked in mutual arms; | ||
Helpless and indistinct came pleasure and pain | ||
Trembling with the first faint thrills of a World-Soul. | ||
(S 24) | ||
215 | A strength of life that could not cry or move, | |
Yet broke into beauty signing some deep delight: | ||
An inarticulate sensibility, | ||
Throbs of the heart of an unknowing world, | ||
Ran through its somnolent torpor and there stirred | ||
220 | A vague uncertain thrill, a wandering beat, | |
A dim unclosing as of secret eyes. | ||
(S 25) | ||
Infant self-feeling grew and birth was born. | ||
(S 26) | ||
A godhead woke but lay with dreaming limbs; | ||
Her house refused to open its sealed doors. | ||
(S 27) | ||
225 | Insentient to our eyes that only see | |
The form, the act and not the imprisoned God, | ||
Life hid in her pulse occult of growth and power | ||
A consciousness with mute stifled beats of sense, | ||
A mind suppressed that knew not yet of thought, | ||
230 | An inert spirit that could only be. | |
(S 28) | ||
At first she raised no voice, no motion dared: | ||
Charged with world-power, instinct with living force, | ||
Only she clung with her roots to the safe earth, | ||
Thrilled dumbly to the shocks of ray and breeze | ||
235 | And put out tendril fingers of desire; | |
The strength in her yearning for sun and light | ||
Felt not the embrace that made her breathe and live; | ||
Absorbed she dreamed content with beauty and hue. | ||
(S 29) | ||
At last the charmed Immensity looked forth: | ||
240 | Astir, vibrant, hungering, she groped for mind; | |
Then slowly sense quivered and thought peered out; | ||
She forced the reluctant mould to grow aware. | ||
(S 30) | ||
The magic was chiselled of a conscious form; | ||
Its tranced vibrations rhythmed a quick response, | ||
245 | And luminous stirrings prompted brain and nerve, | |
Awoke in Matter spirit’s identity | ||
And in a body lit the miracle | ||
Of the heart’s love and the soul’s witness gaze. | ||
(S 31) | ||
Impelled by an unseen Will there could break out | ||
250 | Fragments of some vast impulse to become | |
And vivid glimpses of a secret self, | ||
And the doubtful seeds and force of shapes to be | ||
Awoke from the inconscient swoon of things. | ||
(S 32) | ||
An animal creation crept and ran | ||
255 | And flew and called between the earth and sky, | |
Hunted by death but hoping still to live | ||
And glad to breathe if only for a while. | ||
(S 33) | ||
Then man was moulded from the original brute. | ||
(S 34) | ||
A thinking mind had come to lift life’s moods, | ||
260 | The keen-edged tool of a Nature mixed and vague, | |
An intelligence half-witness, half-machine. | ||
(S 35) | ||
This seeming driver of her wheel of works | ||
Missioned to motive and record her drift | ||
And fix its law on her inconstant powers, | ||
265 | This master-spring of a delicate enginery, | |
Aspired to enlighten its user and refine | ||
Lifting to a vision of the indwelling Power | ||
The absorbed mechanic’s crude initiative: | ||
He raised his eyes; Heaven-light mirrored a Face. | ||
(S 36) | ||
270 | Amazed at the works wrought in her mystic sleep, | |
She looked upon the world that she had made: | ||
Wondering now seized the great automaton; | ||
She paused to understand her self and aim, | ||
Pondering she learned to act by conscious rule, | ||
275 | A visioned measure guided her rhythmic steps; | |
Thought bordered her instincts with a frame of will | ||
And lit with the idea her blinded urge. | ||
(S 37) | ||
On her mass of impulses, her reflex acts, | ||
On the Inconscient’s pushed or guided drift | ||
280 | And mystery of unthinking accurate steps | |
She stuck the specious image of a self, | ||
A living idol of disfigured spirit; | ||
On Matter’s acts she imposed a patterned law; | ||
She made a thinking body from chemic cells | ||
285 | And moulded a being out of a driven force. | |
(S 38) | ||
To be what she was not inflamed her hope: | ||
She turned her dream towards some high Unknown; | ||
A breath was felt below of One supreme. | ||
(S 39) | ||
An opening looked up to spheres above | ||
290 | And coloured shadows limned on mortal ground | |
The passing figures of immortal things; | ||
A quick celestial flash could sometimes come: | ||
The illumined soul-ray fell on heart and flesh | ||
And touched with semblances of ideal light | ||
295 | The stuff of which our earthly dreams are made. | |
(S 40) | ||
A fragile human love that could not last, | ||
Ego’s moth-wings to lift the seraph soul, | ||
Appeared, a surface glamour of brief date | ||
Extinguished by a scanty breath of Time; | ||
300 | Joy that forgot mortality for a while | |
Came, a rare visitor who left betimes, | ||
And made all things seem beautiful for an hour, | ||
Hopes that soon fade to drab realities | ||
And passions that crumble to ashes while they blaze | ||
305 | Kindled the common earth with their brief flame. | |
(S 41) | ||
A creature insignificant and small | ||
Visited, uplifted by an unknown Power, | ||
Man laboured on his little patch of earth | ||
For means to last, to enjoy, to suffer and die. | ||
(S 42) | ||
310 | A spirit that perished not with the body and breath | |
Was there like a shadow of the Unmanifest | ||
And stood behind the little personal form | ||
But claimed not yet this earthly embodiment. | ||
(S 43) | ||
Assenting to Nature’s long slow-moving toil, | ||
315 | Watching the works of his own Ignorance, | |
Unknown, unfelt the mighty Witness lives | ||
And nothing shows the Glory that is here. | ||
(S 44) | ||
A Wisdom governing the mystic world, | ||
A Silence listening to the cry of Life, | ||
320 | It sees the hurrying crowd of moments stream | |
Towards the still greatness of a distant hour. |
Book 2, Canto 5 – The Godheads of the Little Life, Section 2Savitri Bhavan2023-08-05T10:46:07+00:00