The Mother Reads Selections from Savitri by Sri Aurobindo

Book 3 The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto 3 The House of the Spirit and the New Creation

The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,
To feel was a flame-discovery of God,
All mind was a single harp of many strings,
All life a song of many meeting lives;
For worlds were many, but the Self was one.
This knowledge was now made a cosmos’ seed:
This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,
It needed not a sheath of Ignorance.
[p. 323]
* * *
None was apart, none lived for himself alone,
Each lived for God in him and God in all,
Each soleness inexpressibly held the whole.
[p. 324]
* * *
In these new worlds projected he became
A portion of the universal gaze,
A station of the all-inhabiting light,
A ripple on a single sea of peace.
[p. 325]
* * *
Endlessly she unrolled her moving act,
A mystery drama of divine delight,
. . .
An ardent hunt of soul looking for soul,
A seeking and a finding as of gods.
[p. 328]
* * *
There substance was a resonant harp of self,
A net for the constant lightnings of the Spirit,
. . .
Its bodies woven by a divine sense
Prolonged the nearness of soul’s clasp with soul;
[pp. 328-329]
* * *
All had not ceased in the unbounded hush.
His heart lay somewhere conscious and alone
Far down below him like a lamp in night;
. . .
In the centre of its vast and fateful trance
Half way between his free and fallen selves,
Interceding twixt God’s day and the mortal’s night,
Accepting worsihp as its single law,
. . .
To her it turned for whom it willed to be.
[pp. 331-332]

End of Book 3 Canto 3

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