| (S 1) | ||
| A third creation now revealed its face. | EoS | |
| (S 2) | ||
| 525 | A mould of body’s early mind was made. | |
| (S 3) | ||
| A glint of light kindled the obscure World-Force; | ||
| It dowered a driven world with the seeing Idea | ||
| And armed the act with thought’s dynamic point: | ||
| A small thinking being watched the works of Time. | ||
| (S 4) | ||
| 530 | A difficult evolution from below | EoS |
| Called a masked intervention from above; | ||
| Else this great, blind inconscient universe | ||
| Could never have disclosed its hidden mind, | ||
| Or even in blinkers worked in beast and man | ||
| 535 | The Intelligence that devised the cosmic scheme. | |
| (S 5) | ||
| At first he saw a dim obscure mind-power | ||
| Moving concealed by Matter and dumb life. | ||
| (S 6) | ||
| A current thin, it streamed in life’s vast flow | ||
| Tossing and drifting under a drifting sky | ||
| 540 | Amid the surge and glimmering tremulous wash, | |
| Released in splash of sense and feeling’s waves. | ||
| (S 7) | ||
| In the deep midst of an insentient world | ||
| Its huddled waves and foam of consciousness ran | ||
| Pressing and eddying through a narrow strait, | ||
| 545 | Carrying experience in its crowded pace. | |
| (S 8) | ||
| It flowed emerging into upper light | EoS | |
| From the deep pool of its subliminal birth | ||
| To reach some high existence still unknown. | ||
| (S 9) | ||
| There was no thinking self, aim there was none: | ||
| 550 | All was unorganised stress and seekings vague. | |
| (S 10) | ||
| Only to the unstable surface rose | ||
| Sensations, stabs and edges of desire | ||
| And passion’s leaps and brief emotion’s cries, | ||
| A casual colloquy of flesh with flesh, | ||
| 555 | A murmur of heart to longing wordless heart, | |
| Glimmerings of knowledge with no shape of thought | ||
| And jets of subconscious will or hunger’s pulls. | ||
| (S 11) | ||
| All was dim sparkle on a foaming top: | ||
| It whirled around a drifting shadow-self | ||
| 560 | On an inconscient flood of Force in Time. | |
| (S 12) | ||
| Then came the pressure of a seeing Power | ||
| That drew all into a dancing turbid mass | ||
| Circling around a single luminous point, | ||
| Centre of reference in a conscious field, | ||
| 565 | Figure of a unitary Light within. | |
| (S 13) | ||
| It lit the impulse of the half-sentient flood, | ||
| Even an illusion gave of fixity | ||
| As if a sea could serve as a firm soil. | ||
| (S 14) | ||
| That strange observing Power imposed its sight. | ||
| (S 15) | ||
| 570 | It forced on flux a limit and a shape, | |
| It gave its stream a lower narrow bank, | ||
| Drew lines to snare the spirit’s formlessness. | ||
| (S 16) | ||
| It fashioned the life-mind of bird and beast, | ||
| The answer of the reptile and the fish, | ||
| 575 | The primitive pattern of the thoughts of man. | |
| (S 17) | ||
| A finite movement of the Infinite | ||
| Came winging its way through a wide air of Time; | ||
| A march of knowledge moved in Nescience | ||
| And guarded in the form a separate soul. | ||
| (S 18) | ||
| 580 | Its right to be immortal it reserved, | EoS |
| But built a wall against the siege of death | ||
| And threw a hook to clutch eternity. | ||
| (S 19) | ||
| A thinking entity appeared in Space. | ||
| (S 20) | ||
| A little ordered world broke into view | ||
| 585 | Where being had prison-room for act and sight, | |
| A floor to walk, a clear but scanty range. | ||
| (S 21) | ||
| An instrument-personality was born, | ||
| And a restricted clamped intelligence | ||
| Consented to confine in narrow bounds | ||
| 590 | Its seeking; it tied the thought to visible things, | |
| Prohibiting the adventure of the Unseen | ||
| And the soul’s tread through unknown infinities. | ||
| (S 22) | ||
| A reflex reason, Nature-habit’s glass | ||
| Illumined life to know and fix its field, | ||
| 595 | Accept a dangerous ignorant brevity | |
| And the inconclusive purpose of its walk | ||
| And profit by the hour’s precarious chance | ||
| In the allotted boundaries of its fate. | ||
| (S 23) | ||
| A little joy and knowledge satisfied | ||
| 600 | This little being tied into a knot | |
| And hung on a bulge of its environment, | ||
| A little curve cut off in measureless Space, | ||
| A little span of life in all vast Time. | ||
| (S 24) | ||
| A thought was there that planned, a will that strove, | ||
| 605 | But for small aims within a narrow scope, | |
| Wasting unmeasured toil on transient things. | ||
| (S 25) | ||
| It knew itself a creature of the mud; | ||
| It asked no larger law, no loftier aim; | ||
| It had no inward look, no upward gaze. | ||
| (S 26) | ||
| 610 | A backward scholar on logic’s rickety bench | EoS |
| Indoctrinated by the erring sense, | ||
| It took appearance for the face of God, | ||
| For casual lights the marching of the suns, | ||
| For heaven a starry strip of doubtful blue; | ||
| 615 | Aspects of being feigned to be the whole. | |
| (S 27) | ||
| There was a voice of busy interchange, | ||
| A market-place of trivial thoughts and acts: | ||
| A life soon spent, a mind the body’s slave | ||
| Here seemed the brilliant crown of Nature’s work, | ||
| 620 | And tiny egos took the world as means | |
| To sate awhile dwarf lusts and brief desires, | ||
| In a death-closed passage saw life’s start and end | ||
| As though a blind alley were creation’s sign, | ||
| As if for this the soul had coveted birth | ||
| 625 | In the wonderland of a self-creating world | |
| And the opportunities of cosmic Space. | ||
| (S 28) | ||
| This creature passionate only to survive, | ||
| Fettered to puny thoughts with no wide range | ||
| And to the body’s needs and pangs and joys, | ||
| 630 | This fire growing by its fuel’s death, | |
| Increased by what it seized and made its own: | ||
| It gathered and grew and gave itself to none. | ||
| (S 29) | ||
| Only it hoped for greatness in its den | ||
| And pleasure and victory in small fields of power | ||
| 635 | And conquest of life-room for self and kin, | |
| An animal limited by its feeding-space. | ||
| (S 30) | ||
| It knew not the Immortal in its house; | ||
| It had no greater deeper cause to live. | ||
| (S 31) | ||
| In limits only it was powerful; | EoS | |
| 640 | Acute to capture truth for outward use, | |
| Its knowledge was the body’s instrument; | ||
| Absorbed in the little works of its prison-house | ||
| It turned around the same unchanging points | ||
| In the same circle of interest and desire, | ||
| 645 | But thought itself the master of its jail. | |
| (S 32) | ||
| Although for action, not for wisdom made, | EoS | |
| Thought was its apex — or its gutter’s rim: | ||
| It saw an image of the external world | ||
| And saw its surface self, but knew no more. | ||
| (S 33) | ||
| 650 | Out of a slow confused embroiled self-search | EoS |
| Mind grew to a clarity cut out, precise, | ||
| A gleam enclosed in a stone ignorance. | ||
| (S 34) | ||
| In this bound thinking’s narrow leadership | ||
| Tied to the soil, inspired by common things, | ||
| 655 | Attached to a confined familiar world, | |
| Amid the multitude of her motived plots, | ||
| Her changing actors and her million masks, | ||
| Life was a play monotonously the same. | ||
| (S 35) | ||
| There were no vast perspectives of the spirit, | ||
| 660 | No swift invasions of unknown delight, | |
| No golden distances of wide release. | ||
| (S 36) | ||
| This petty state resembled our human days | EoS | |
| But fixed to eternity of changeless type, | ||
| A moment’s movement doomed to last through Time. | ||
| (S 37) | ||
| 665 | Existence bridge-like spanned the inconscient gulfs, | |
| A half-illumined building in a mist, | ||
| Which from a void of Form arose to sight | ||
| And jutted out into a void of Soul. | ||
| (S 38) | ||
| A little light in a great darkness born, | EoS | |
| 670 | Life knew not where it went nor whence it came. | |
| (S 39) | ||
| Around all floated still the nescient haze. |
Book 2, Canto 4 – The Kingdoms of the Little Life, Section 6Savitri Bhavan2023-07-24T06:11:17+00:00