(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