Explorations in Savitri

In the unchanging Silence white and nude, Aloof, resplendent like gold dazzling suns Veiled by the ray no mortal eye can bear, The Spirit's bare and absolute potencies Burn in the solitude of the thoughts of God.

A few shall see what none yet understands; God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep; For man shall not know the coming till its hour And belief shall be not till the work is done.

All-knowing he accepts our darkened state, Divine, wears shapes of animal or man; Eternal, he assents to Fate and Time, Immortal, dallies with mortality.

He saw the unshaped thought in soulless forms, Knew Matter pregnant with spiritual sense, Mind dare the study of the Unknowable, Life its gestation of the Golden Child.

The Ideal must be Nature's common truth, The body illumined with the indwelling God, The heart and mind feel one with all that is, A conscious soul live in a conscious world.

Impassive he lived immune from earthly hopes, A figure in the ineffable Witness' shrine Pacing the vast cathedral of his thoughts Under its arches dim with infinity And heavenward brooding of invisible wings.

As when a timeless Eye annuls the hours Abolishing the agent and the act, So now his spirit shone out wide, blank, pure: His wakened mind became an empty slate On which the Universal and Sole could write.

His spirit breathed a superhuman air. The imprisoned deity rent its magic fence. As with a sound of thunder and of seas, Vast barriers crashed around the huge escape.

All once impossible deemed could now become A natural limb of possibility, A new domain of normalcy supreme.