Edged with the Intimacy of the One

Excerpt from Sri Aurobindo’s mystic masterpiece SAVITRI

Book X The Book of the Double Twilight.

Canto IV: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real

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There is a purpose in each stumble and fall,

Nature’s most careless lolling is pose

Preparing some forward step, some deep result,

Ingenious notes plugged into a motivated score,

There million discords dot the harmonious theme

Of the evolution’s huge orchestral dance.

A truth supreme has forced the world to be;

It has wrapped itself in Matter as in a shroud,

A shroud of Death, a shroud of Ignorance.

It compelled the suns to burn through silent Space,

Flame-signs of its uncomprehended Thought

In a wide brooding ether’s formless muse:

It make of Knowledge a veiled and struggling light,

Of being a substance nescient, dense and dumb,

Of Bliss the beauty of an insentient world.

In finite things the conscious Infinite dwells:

Involved it sleeps in Matter’s helpless trance,

It rules the world from its sleeping senseless Void;

Dreaming it throws out mind and heart and soul

To labour crippled, bound, on the hard earth;

A broken whole it works through scattered points;

Its gleaming shards are Wisdom’s diamond thoughts,

Its shadowy reflex our ignorance.

It starts from the mute mass in countless jets,

It fashions a being out of brain and nerve,

A sentient creature from its pleasures and pangs.

A pack of feelings obscure, a dot of sense

Survives awhile answering the shocks of life,

Then, crushed or its force spent, leaves the dead form,

Leaves the huge universe in which it lived

An insignificant unconsidered guest.

But the soul grows concealed within its house;

It gives to the body its strength and magnificence;

It follows signs in an ignorant aimless world,

It lends significance to earth’s meaningless life.

A demigod animal, came thinking man;

He wallows in mud, yet heavenward soars in thought

At last he wakes into spiritual mind;

A high liberty begins and luminous room:

He glimpses eternity, touches the infinite,

He meets the gods in great and sudden hours,

He feels the universe as his larger self,

Makes Space and Time his opportunity

To join the heights and depths of being in light,

In the heart’s cave speaks secretly with God.

But these are touches and high moments lived;

Fragments of Truth supreme have lit his soul,

Reflections of the sun in waters still.

A few have dared the last supreme ascent

And break through borders of blinding light above,

And feel a breath around of mightier air,

Receive a vaster being’s messages

And bathe in its immense intuitive Ray.

On summit Mind are radiant altitudes

Exposed to the lustre of Infinity,

Outskirts and dependencies of the house of Truth,

Upraised estates of Mind and measureless.

There man can visit but there he cannot live.

Savitri is one of many ancient goddess deities depicted as Mother with Child.

In her glorious kingdom of eternal light

All-ruler, ruled by none, the Truth supreme,

Omnipotent, omniscient and alone,

In a golden country keeps her measureless house;

In its corridor she hears the tread that comes

Out of the Unmanifest never to return

Till the Unknown is known and seen by men.

Above the silence of the wordless Thought,

Formless creator of immortal forms,
Nameless, investitured with the name divine,

Transcending Time’s hours, transcending Timelessness,

The Might Mother sits in lucent calm

And holds the eternal Child upon her knees

Attending the day when he shall speak to Fate,

There is the image of our future’s hope;

There is the sun for which all darkness waits,

There is the imperishable harmony;

The world’s contradictions climb to her and are one:

There is the Truth of which the worlds’ truths are shreds,

The Light of which the world’s ignorance is the shade

Till Truth draws back the shade that it has cast,

The Love our hearts call down to heal all strife,

The Bliss for which the world’s derelict sorrows yearn:

Thence comes the glory sometimes seen on earth,

The visits of the Godhead to the human soul,

The Beauty and the dream on Nature’s face.

There the perfection born from eternity

Calls to it the perfection born in Time,

The truth of God surprising human life,

The image of God overtaking finite shapes.

There is a world of everlasting Light,

In the realms of the immortal Supermind

Truth who hides here her head in mystery,

Her riddle deemed by reason impossible

In the stark structure of material form,

Unenigmaed lives, unmasked her face and there

Is Nature and the common law of things.

There in body made of spirit stuff,

The hearth-stone of the everliving Fire,

Action translates the movements of the soul,

Thought steps infallible and absolute

And life is a continual worship’s rite,

A sacrifice of rapture to the One.

A cosmic vision, a spiritual sense

Feels all the Infinite lodged infinite form

And seen through a quivering ecstasy of light

Discovers the bright face of the Bodiless,

In the truth of a moment, in the moment’s soul

Can sip the honey-wine of Eternity.

A Spirit who is no one and innumerable,

The one mystic infinite Person of his world

Multiplies his myriad personality,

On all his bodies seals his divinity’s stamp

And sits in each immortal and unique.

The immobile stands behind each daily act,

A background of the movement and the scene,

Upholding creation on its might and calm

And change on the Immutable’s deathless poise.

The Timeless looks out from the travelling hours;

The ineffable puts on a robe of speech

Where all its words are woven like magic threads

Moving with beauty, inspiring with their gleam,

And every thought takes up its destined place

Recorded in the memory of the world.

The Truth supreme, vast and impersonal

Fits faultlessly the hour and circumstance,

Its substance a pure gold ever the same

But shaped into vessels for the spirit’s use,

Its gold becomes the wine jar and the vase.

All there is a supreme epiphany:

The All-Wonderful makes a marvel of each event,

The All-Beautiful is a miracle in each shape;

The All-Blissful smites with rapture the heart’s throbs,

A pure celestial joy is the use of sense.

Each being there is a member of the Self,

A portion of the million-thoughted All,

A claimant to the timeless Unity

The many’s sweetness, the joy of difference

Edged with the intimacy of the One.

Published by shokti

i am shokti, lovestar of the eurofaeries, aka marco queer magician of london town. i explore the links between our sexual-physical nature and our spirits, running gatherings, rituals and Queer Spirit Festival. i woke up to my part in the accelerating awakening of light love and awareness on planet earth during a shamanic death-and-rebirth process lasting from January 1995 to the year 2000, and offer here my insights and observations on the ongoing transformation of human consciousness, how to navigate the waves of change, and especially focusing on the role of queer people at this time.

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