Beings were there who wore a human form;
Absorbed they lived in the passion of the scene,
But knew not who they were or why they lived:
Content to breathe, to feel, to sense, to act,
After many revelations and great experiences, Aswapati, the seer-yogi, the divine representative in man, reaches the summit doors of the Supreme Here all the possibilities, the knowledge that none has known and the power and bliss that none can taste begin to pour in him.
Savitri shows the highest consciousness man can reach. She also shows the way to achieve it. Man is the son of immortality and if he wants, that possibility can open its doors for him.
In the enigma of the darkened Vasts,
In the passion and self-loss of the Infinite
When all was plunged in the negating Void,
Non-Being's night could never have been saved
If Being had not plunged into the dark
Carrying with it its triple mystic cross.
A heavenly process donned this grey disguise,
A fallen ignorance in its covert night
Laboured to achieve its dumb unseemly work,
A camouflage of the Inconscient's need
To release the glory of God in Nature's mud.
A wide unquiet mist of seeking Space,
A rayless region swallowed in vague swathes,
That seemed, unnamed, unbodied and unhoused,
A swaddled visionless and formless mind,
Asked for a body to translate its soul.