Explorations in Savitri

Thus streamed down from the realm of early Light Ethereal thinkings into Matter's world [...] To labour and to dream and new-create, To feel beauty's touch and know the world and self: The Golden Child began to think and see.

Mind, life the playthings of a Titan's babe. As one it works who builds a mimic fort Miraculously stable for a while, Made of the sands upon a bank of Time Mid an occult eternity's shoreless sea.

A technician admirable, a thinker crude, A riveter of Life to habit's grooves, Obedient to gross Matter's tyranny, A prisoner of the moulds in which it works, It binds itself by what itself creates.

A huge inertness is the world's defence, Even in change is treasured changelessness; Into inertia revolution sinks, In a new dress the old resumes its role; The Energy acts, the stable is its seal: On Shiva's breast is stayed the enormous dance.

"All life to harmonise by thought's control, She with the huge imbroglio struggles still; Ignorant of all but her own seeking mind To save the world from Ignorance she came."

There dawns no light of heavenly certitude. A million faces wears her knowledge here And every face is turbaned with a doubt. All now is questioned, all reduced to nought.

As if she knew not facts are husks of truth, The husks she keeps, the kernel throws aside. An ancient wisdom fades into the past, The ages' faith becomes an idle tale, God passes out of the awakened thought....

Ascending from the soil where creep our days, Earth's consciousness may marry with the Sun, Our mortal life ride on the spirit's wings, Our finite thoughts commune with the Infinite.

The little Mind is tied to little things: Its sense is but the spirit's outward touch, Half-waked in a world of dark Inconscience; It feels out for its beings and its forms Like one left fumbling in the ignorant Night.

Our ignorance is Wisdom's chrysalis, Our error weds new knowledge on its way, Its darkness is a blackened knot of light; Thought dances hand in hand with Nescience On the grey road that winds towards the Sun.

For the spirit is eternal and unmade And not by thinking was its greatness born, And not by thinking can its knowledge come. It knows itself and in itself it lives, It moves where no thought is nor any form.

Amid the heavy sameness of the days And contradicted by the human law, A faith in things that are not and must be Lives comrade of this world's delight and pain, The child of the secret soul's forbidden desire Born of its amour with eternity.

All things are real that here are only dreams, In our unknown depths sleeps their reserve of truth, On our unreached heights they reign and come to us In thought and muse trailing their robes of light.

A triple flight led to this triple world. Although abrupt for common strengths to tread, Its upward slope looks down on our earth-poise

Oneness was carved into units measurable, The limitless built into a cosmic sum: Unending Space was beaten into a curve, Indivisible Time into small minutes cut

... The psycho-analysis of cosmic Self Was traced, its secrets hunted down, and read The unknown pathology of the Unique.

Even Nature's ignorance is Truth's instrument; Our struggling ego cannot change her course: Yet is it a conscious power that moves in us, A seed-idea is parent of our acts And destiny the unrecognised child of Will.

A single law simplessed the cosmic theme, Compressing Nature into a formula; Their titan labour made all knowledge one, A mental algebra of the Spirit's ways, An abstract of the living Divinity.