(S 1) | ||
All there was soul or made of sheer soul-stuff; | ||
A sky of soul covered a deep soul-ground. | ||
(S 2) | ||
All here was known by a spiritual sense: | ||
Thought was not there but a knowledge near and one | ||
105 | Seized on all things by a moved identity, | |
A sympathy of self with other selves, | ||
The touch of consciousness on consciousness | ||
And being’s look on being with inmost gaze | ||
And heart laid bare to heart without walls of speech | ||
110 | And the unanimity of seeing minds | |
In myriad forms luminous with the one God. | ||
(S 3) | ||
Life was not there, but an impassioned force, | ||
Finer than fineness, deeper than the deeps, | ||
Felt as a subtle and spiritual power, | ||
115 | A quivering out from soul to answering soul, | |
A mystic movement, a close influence, | ||
A free and happy and intense approach | ||
Of being to being with no screen or check, | ||
Without which life and love could never have been. | ||
(S 4) | ||
120 | Body was not there, for bodies were needed not, | |
The soul itself was its own deathless form | ||
And met at once the touch of other souls | ||
Close, blissful, concrete, wonderfully true. | ||
(S 5) | ||
As when one walks in sleep through luminous dreams | ||
125 | And, conscious, knows the truth their figures mean, | |
Here where reality was its own dream, | ||
He knew things by their soul and not their shape: | ||
As those who have lived long made one in love | ||
Need word nor sign for heart’s reply to heart, | ||
130 | He met and communed without bar of speech | |
With beings unveiled by a material frame. | ||
(S 6) | ||
There was a strange spiritual scenery, | ||
A loveliness of lakes and streams and hills, | ||
A flow, a fixity in a soul-space, | ||
135 | And plains and valleys, stretches of soul-joy, | |
And gardens that were flower-tracts of the spirit, | ||
Its meditations of tinged reverie. | ||
(S 7) | ||
Air was the breath of a pure infinite. | ||
(S 8) | ||
A fragrance wandered in a coloured haze | ||
140 | As if the scent and hue of all sweet flowers | |
Had mingled to copy heaven’s atmosphere. | ||
(S 9) | ||
Appealing to the soul and not the eye | ||
Beauty lived there at home in her own house, | ||
There all was beautiful by its own right | ||
145 | And needed not the splendour of a robe. | |
(S 10) | ||
All objects were like bodies of the Gods, | ||
A spirit symbol environing a soul, | ||
For world and self were one reality. |
Book 2, Canto 14 – The World-Soul, Section 2Savitri Bhavan2018-09-10T11:40:54+00:00