Human response to the Incarnate Divine pp 363-365 (SH 189)

Savitri Class in Hindi with Alok Pandey (SH 189)

27th January 2016 at the Dining Room Hall, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry, India.

Savitri Book Four “The Book of Birth and Quest”, Canto 2 “The Growth of the Flame”, Pages 363 – 365

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Synopsis :

Human response to the Incarnate Divine

Man awaits the Divine Advent upon earth but for different reasons. Those awakened in their soul thrill to the Divine Presence upon Earth. They rush towards Him as rivers rush towards the sea, even as the gopas and gopis of old. Some regard Him as a Friend beyond all friends as Arjuna of Mahabharata. Others love Him with their hearts and give themselves to Him asking for nothing. Still others become His instruments for the earthly play. But there are also those who resist the Advent. They are the Asuras who have labored and suffered by an excess of egoism in nature, enjoyed and possessed earthly life holding humanity in their sway. They see their end approach near and their pride broken on the highways of Time. These too the Divine accepts. As we chose to play with Him so does He play with us, as lovers or wrestlers we can embrace Him. In either case the limited ego is devoured and we draw close to the One we have clasped.

Some felt her with their souls and thrilled with her,
A greatness felt near yet beyond mind’s grasp;
To see her was a summons to adore,
To be near her drew a high communion’s force.
So men worship a god too great to know,
Too high, too vast to wear a limiting shape;
They feel a Presence and obey a might,
Adore a love whose rapture invades their breasts;
To a divine ardour quickening the heart-beats,
A law they follow greatening heart and life.
Opened to the breath is a new diviner air,
Opened to man is a freer, happier world:
He sees high steps climbing to Self and Light.
Her divine parts the soul’s allegiance called:
It saw, it felt, it knew the deity.
Her will was puissant on their nature’s acts,
Her heart’s inexhaustible sweetness lured their hearts,
A being they loved whose bounds exceeded theirs;
Her measure they could not reach but bore her touch,
Answering with the flower’s answer to the sun
They gave themselves to her and asked no more.
One greater than themselves, too wide for their ken,
Their minds could not understand nor wholly know,
Their lives replied to hers, moved at her words:
They felt a godhead and obeyed a call,
Answered to her lead and did her work in the world;
Their lives, their natures moved compelled by hers
As if the truth of their own larger selves
Put on an aspect of divinity
To exalt them to a pitch beyond their earth’s.
They felt a larger future meet their walk;
She held their hands, she chose for them their paths:
They were moved by her towards great unknown things,
Faith drew them and the joy to feel themselves hers;
They lived in her, they saw the world with her eyes.
Some turned to her against their nature’s bent;
Divided between wonder and revolt,
Drawn by her charm and mastered by her will,
Possessed by her, her striving to possess,
Impatient subjects, their tied longing hearts
Hugging the bonds close of which they most complained,
Murmured at a yoke they would have wept to lose,
The splendid yoke of her beauty and her love:
Others pursued her with life’s blind desires
And claiming all of her as their lonely own,
Hastened to engross her sweetness meant for all.
As earth claims light for its lone separate need
Demanding her for their sole jealous clasp,
They asked from her movements bounded like their own
And to their smallness craved a like response.
Or they repined that she surpassed their grip,
And hoped to bind her close with longing’s cords.
Or finding her touch desired too strong to bear
They blamed her for a tyranny they loved,
Shrank into themselves as from too bright a sun,
Yet hankered for the splendour they refused.
Angrily enamoured of her sweet passionate ray
The weakness of their earth could hardly bear,
They longed but cried out at the touch desired
Inapt to meet divinity so close,
Intolerant of a Force they could not house.
Some drawn unwillingly by her divine sway
Endured it like a sweet but alien spell;
Unable to mount to levels too sublime,
They yearned to draw her down to their own earth.
Or forced to centre round her their passionate lives,
They hoped to bind to their heart’s human needs
Her glory and grace that had enslaved their souls.

BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest 364 – 365

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