(S 1) | ||
IN THE little hermitage in the forest’s heart, | ||
In the sunlight and the moonlight and the dark | ||
The daily human life went plodding on | ||
Even as before with its small unchanging works | ||
5 | And its spare outward body of routine | |
And happy quiet of ascetic peace. | ||
(S 2) | ||
The old beauty smiled of the terrestrial scene; | ||
She too was her old gracious self to men. | ||
(S 3) | ||
The Ancient Mothe clutched her child to her breast | ||
10 | Pressing her close in her environing arms, | |
As if earth ever the same could for ever keep | ||
The living spirit and body in her clasp, | ||
As if death were not there nor end nor change. | ||
(S 4) | ||
Accustomed only to read outward signs | EoS | |
15 | None saw aught new in her, none divined her state; | |
They saw a person where was only God’s vast, | ||
A still being or a mighty nothingness. | ||
(S 5) | ||
To all she was the same perfect Savitri: | ||
A greatness and a sweetness and a light | ||
20 | Poured out from her upon her little world. | |
(S 6) | ||
Life showed to all the same familiar face, | ||
Her acts followed the old unaltered round, | ||
She spoke the words that she was wont to speak | ||
And did the things that she had always done. | ||
(S 7) | ||
25 | Her eyes looked out on earth’s unchanging face, | |
Around her soul’s muteness all moved as of old; | ||
A vacant consciousness watched from within, | ||
Empty of all but bare Reality. | ||
(S 8) | ||
There was no will behind the word and act, | EoS | |
30 | No thought formed in her brain to guide the speech: | |
An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her, | ||
Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown | ||
Guarded the body for its future work, | ||
Or Nature moved in her old stream of force. | ||
(S 9) | ||
35 | Perhaps she bore made conscious in her breast | EoS |
The miraculous Nihil, origin of our souls | ||
And source and sum of the vast world’s events, | ||
The womb and grave of thought, a cipher of God, | ||
A zero circle of being’s totality. | ||
(S 10) | ||
40 | It used her speech and acted in her acts, | |
It was beauty in her limbs, life in her breath; | ||
The original Mystery wore her human face. | ||
(S 11) | ||
Thus was she lost within to separate self; | EoS | |
Her mortal ego perished in God’s night. | ||
(S 12) | ||
45 | Only a body was left, the ego’s shell | EoS |
Afloat mid drift and foam of the world-sea, | ||
A sea of dream watched by a motionless sense | ||
In a figure of unreal reality. | ||
(S 13) | ||
An impersonal foresight could already see, — | EoS | |
50 | In the unthinking knowledge of the spirit | |
Even now it seemed nigh done, inevitable, — | ||
The individual die, the cosmos pass; | ||
These gone, the transcendental grew a myth, | ||
The Holy Ghost without the Father and Son, | ||
55 | Or, a substratum of what once had been, | |
Being that never willed to bear a world | ||
Restored to its original loneliness, | ||
Impassive, sole, silent, intangible. | ||
(S 14) | ||
Yet all was not extinct in this deep loss; | ||
60 | The being travelled not towards nothingness. | |
(S 15) | ||
There was some high surpassing Secrecy, | EoS | |
And when she sat alone with Satyavan, | ||
Her moveless mind with his that searched and strove, | ||
In the hush of the profound and intimate night | ||
65 | She turned to the face of a veiled voiceless Truth | |
Hid in the dumb recesses of the heart | ||
Or waiting beyond the last peak climbed by Thought, — | ||
Unseen itself it sees the struggling world | ||
And prompts our quest, but cares not to be found, — | ||
70 | Out of that distant Vast came a reply. | |
(S 16) | ||
Something unknown, unreached, inscrutable | ||
Sent down the messages of its bodiless Light, | ||
Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours | ||
Crossing the immobile silence of her mind: | ||
75 | In its might of irresponsible sovereignty | EoS |
It seized on speech to give those flamings shape, | ||
Made beat the heart of wisdom in a word | ||
And spoke immortal things through mortal lips. | ||
(S 17) | ||
Or, listening to the sages of the woods, | ||
80 | In question and in answer broke from her | |
High strange revealings impossible to men, | ||
Something or someone secret and remote | ||
Took hold of her body for his mystic use, | ||
Her mouth was seized to channel ineffable truths, | ||
85 | Knowledge unthinkable found an utterance. | |
(S 18) | ||
Astonished by a new enlightenment, | ||
Invaded by a streak of the Absolute,, | ||
They marvelled at her, for she seemed to know | ||
What they had only glimpsed at times afar. | ||
(S 19) | ||
90 | These thoughts were formed not in her listening brain, | EoS |
Her vacant heart was like a stringless harp; | ||
Impassive the body claimed not its own voice, | ||
But let the luminous greatness through it pass. | ||
(S 20) | ||
A dual Power at being’s occult poles | ||
95 | Still acted, nameless and invisible: | |
Her divine emptiness was their instrument. | ||
(S 21) | ||
Inconscient Nature dealt with the world it had made, | ||
And using still the body’s instruments | ||
Slipped through the conscious void she had become; | ||
100 | The superconscient Mystery through that Void | |
Missioned its word to touch the thoughts of men. | ||
(S 22) | ||
As yet this great impersonal speech was rare. | EoS | |
(S 23) | ||
But now the unmoving wide spiritual space | ||
In which her mind survived tranquil and bare, | ||
105 | Admitted a traveller from the cosmic breadths: | |
A thought came through draped as an outer voice. | ||
(S 24) | ||
It called not for the witness of the mind, | ||
It spoke not to the hushed receiving heart; | ||
It came direct to the pure perception’s seat, | ||
110 | An only centre now of consciousness, | |
If centre could be where all seemed only space; | ||
No more shut in by body’s walls and gates | EoS | |
Her being, a circle without circumference, | ||
Already now surpassed all cosmic bounds | ||
115 | And more and more spread into infinity. | |
(S 25) | ||
This being was its own unbounded world, | ||
A world without form or feature or circumstance; | ||
It had no ground, no wall, no roof of thought, | ||
Yet saw itself and looked on all around | ||
120 | In a silence motionless and illimitable. | |
(S 26) | ||
There was no person there, no centred mind, | ||
No seat of feeling on which beat events | ||
Or objects wrought and shaped reaction’s stress. | ||
(S 27) | ||
There was no motion in this inner world, | EoS | |
125 | All was a still and even infinity. | |
(S 28) | ||
In her the Unseen, the Unknown waited his hour. |