(S 1) | ||
This is the sailor on the flow of Time, | EoS | |
This is World-Matter’s slow discoverer, | ||
845 |
Who, launched into this small corporeal birth,
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Has learned his craft in tiny bays of self, | ||
But dares at last unplumbed infinitudes,
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A voyager upon eternity’s seas. | ||
(S 2) | ||
In his world-adventure’s crude initial start | ||
850 | Behold him ignorant of his godhead’s force, | |
Timid initiate of its vast design. | ||
(S 3) | ||
An expert captain of a fragile craft, | EoS | |
A trafficker in small impermanent wares, | ||
At first he hugs the shore and shuns the breadths,
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Dares not to affront the far-off perilous main.
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(S 4) | ||
He in a petty coastal traffic plies, | ||
His pay doled out from port to neighbour port,
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Content with his safe round’s unchanging course,
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He hazards not the new and the unseen. | ||
(S 5) | ||
860 | But now he hears the sound of larger seas. | EoS |
(S 6) | ||
A widening world calls him to distant scenes
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And journeyings in a larger vision’s arc | ||
And peoples unknown and still unvisited shores.
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(S 7) | ||
On a commissioned keel his merchant hull
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865 |
Serves the world’s commerce in the riches of Time
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Severing the foam of a great land-locked sea
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To reach unknown harbour lights in distant climes
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And open markets for life’s opulent arts,
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Rich bales, carved statuettes, hued canvases,
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870 |
And jewelled toys brought for an infant’s play
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And perishable products of hard toil | ||
And transient splendours won and lost by the days.
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(S 8) | ||
Or passing through a gate of pillar-rocks, | ||
Venturing not yet to cross oceans unnamed | ||
875 | And journey into a dream of distances | |
He travels close to unfamiliar coasts | ||
And finds new haven in storm-troubled isles,
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Or, guided by a sure compass in his thought,
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EoS | |
He plunges through a bright haze that hides the stars,
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880 | Steering on the trade-routes of Ignorance. | |
(S 9) | ||
His prow pushes towards undiscovered shores,
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He chances on unimagined continents: | ||
A seeker of the islands of the Blest,
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He leaves the last lands, crosses the ultimate seas,
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885 | He turns to eternal things his symbol quest; | |
Life changes for him its time-constructed scenes,
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EoS | |
Its images veiling infinity.
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(S 10) | ||
Earth’s borders recede and the terrestrial air
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Hangs round him no longer its translucent veil.
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(S 11) | ||
890 |
He has crossed the limit of mortal thought and hope,
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He has reached the world’s end and stares beyond;
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The eyes of mortal body plunge their gaze | ||
Into Eyes that look upon eternity. | ||
(S 12) | ||
A greater world Time’s traveller must explore.
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EoS | |
(S 13) | ||
895 | At last he hears a chanting on the heights | |
And the far speaks and the unknown grows near:
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He crosses the boundaries of the unseen | ||
And passes over the edge of mortal sight | ||
To a new vision of himself and things. | ||
(S 14) | ||
900 | He is a spirit in an unfinished world | |
That knows him not and cannot know itself: | ||
The surface symbol of his goalless quest | ||
Takes deeper meanings to his inner view; | ||
His is a search of darkness for the light, | ||
905 | Of mortal life for immortality. | |
(S 15) | ||
In the vessel of an earthly embodiment | ||
Over the narrow rails of limiting sense | ||
He looks out on the magic waves of Time | ||
Where mind like a moon illumines the world’s dark.
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(S 16) | ||
910 |
There is limned ever retreating from the eyes,
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As if in a tenuous misty dream-light drawn,
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The outline of a dim mysterious shore. | ||
(S 17) | ||
A sailor on the Inconscient’s fathomless sea,
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He voyages through a starry world of thought
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915 |
On Matter’s deck to a spiritual sun.
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(S 18) | ||
Across the noise and multitudinous cry, | EoS | |
Across the rapt unknowable silences,
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Through a strange mid-world under supernal skies,
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Beyond earth’s longitudes and latitudes, | ||
920 | His goal is fixed outside all present maps. | |
(S 19) | ||
But none learns whither through the unknown he sails
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EoS | |
Or what secret mission the great Mother gave.
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(S 20) | ||
In the hidden strength of her omnipotent Will, | EoS | |
Driven by her breath across life’s tossing deep,
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925 |
Through the thunder’s roar and through the windless hush,
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Through fog and mist where nothing more is seen,
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He carries her sealed orders in his breast. | ||
(S 21) | ||
Late will he know, opening the mystic script,
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EoS | |
Whether to a blank port in the Unseen | ||
930 |
He goes or, armed with her fiat, to discover
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A new mind and body in the city of God | ||
And enshrine the Immortal in his glory’s house
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And make the finite one with Infinity. | ||
(S 22) | ||
Across the salt waste of the endless years | ||
935 | Her ocean winds impel his errant boat, | |
The cosmic waters plashing as he goes,
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A rumour around him and danger and a call.
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(S 23) | ||
Always he follows in her force’s wake. | EoS | |
(S 24) | ||
He sails through life and death and other life,
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940 |
He travels on through waking and through sleep.
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(S 25) | ||
A power is on him from her occult force | ||
That ties him to his own creation’s fate, | ||
And never can the mighty Traveller rest | ||
And never can the mystic voyage cease | ||
945 |
Till the nescient dusk is lifted from man’s soul
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And the morns of God have overtaken his night.
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(S 26) | ||
As long as Nature lasts, he too is there, | ||
For this is sure that he and she are one; | (MA) | |
Even when he sleeps, he keeps her on his breast:
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950 | Whoever leaves her, he will not depart | |
To repose without her in the Unknowable. | ||
(S 27) | ||
There is a truth to know, a work to do; | EoS | |
Her play is real; a Mystery he fulfils: | ||
There is a plan in the Mother’s deep world-whim,
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955 |
A purpose in her vast and random game.
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This ever she meant since the first dawn of life,
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This constant will she covered with her sport,
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To evoke a Person in the impersonal Void, | ||
With the Truth-Light strike earth’s massive roots of trance,
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960 | Wake a dumb self in the inconscient depths | |
And raise a lost Power from its python sleep
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That the eyes of the Timeless might look out from Time
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And the world manifest the unveiled Divine. | ||
(S 28) | ||
For this he left his white infinity | EoS | |
965 |
And laid on the spirit the burden of the flesh,
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That Godhead’s seed might flower in mindless Space.
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Book 1 Canto 4 – The Secret Knowledge, Section 8Savitri Bhavan2023-05-07T14:28:23+00:00