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At the Feet of The Mother

The Destiny of Earth and Man, pp. 691-693 (SH 338)

Savitri continues her dialogue with the Godhead on the future of the earth and humanity

Although the race is bound by its own kind,
The soul in man is greater than his fate:
Above the wash and surge of Time and Space,
Disengaging from the cosmic commonalty
By which all life is kin in grief and joy,
Delivered from the universal Law
The sunlike single and transcendent spirit
Can blaze its way through the mind’s barrier wall
And burn alone in the eternal sky,
Inhabitant of a wide and endless calm.

O flame, withdraw into thy luminous self.

Or else return to thy original might
On a seer-summit above thought and world;
Partner of my unhoured eternity,
Be one with the infinity of my power:
For thou art the World-Mother and the Bride.

Out of the fruitless yearning of earth’s life,
Out of her feeble unconvincing dream,
Recovering wings that cross infinity
Pass back into the Power from which thou cam’st.

To that thou canst uplift thy formless flight,
Thy heart can rise from its unsatisfied beats
And feel the immortal and spiritual joy
Of a soul that never lost felicity.

Lift up the fallen heart of love which flutters
Cast down desire’s abyss into the gulfs.

For ever rescued out of Nature’s shapes
Discover what the aimless cycles want,
There intertwined with all thy life has meant,
Here vainly sought in a terrestrial form.

Break into eternity thy mortal mould;
Melt, lightning, into thy invisible flame! [p.691]

Clasp, Ocean, deep into thyself thy wave,
Happy for ever in the embosoming surge.

Grow one with the still passion of the depths.

Then shalt thou know the Lover and the Loved,
Leaving the limits dividing him and thee.

Receive him into boundless Savitri,
Lose thyself into infinite Satyavan.

O miracle, where thou beganst, there cease!”

    But Savitri answered to the radiant God:
“In vain thou temptst with solitary bliss
Two spirits saved out of a suffering world;
My soul and his indissolubly linked
In the one task for which our lives were born,
To raise the world to God in deathless Light,
To bring God down to the world on earth we came,
To change the earthly life to life divine.

I keep my will to save the world and man;
Even the charm of thy alluring voice,
O blissful Godhead, cannot seize and snare.

I sacrifice not earth to happier worlds.

Because there dwelt the Eternal’s vast Idea
And his dynamic will in men and things,
So only could the enormous scene begin.

Whence came this profitless wilderness of stars,
This mighty barren wheeling of the suns?

Who made the soul of futile life in Time,
Planted a purpose and a hope in the heart,
Set Nature to a huge and meaningless task
Or planned her million-aeoned effort’s waste?

What force condemned to birth and death and tears
These conscious creatures crawling on the globe?

If earth can look up to the light of heaven
And hear an answer to her lonely cry,
Not vain their meeting, nor heaven’s touch a snare.

If thou and I are true, the world is true;
Although thou hide thyself behind thy works, [p.692]
To be is not a senseless paradox;
Since God has made earth, earth must make in her God;
What hides within her breast she must reveal.

I claim thee for the world that thou hast made.

If man lives bound by his humanity,
If he is tied for ever to his pain,
Let a greater being then arise from man,
The superhuman with the Eternal mate
And the Immortal shine through earthly forms.

Else were creation vain and this great world
A nothing that in Time’s moments seems to be.

But I have seen through the insentient mask;
I have felt a secret spirit stir in things
Carrying the body of the growing God:
It looks through veiling forms at veilless truth;
It pushes back the curtain of the gods;
It climbs towards its own eternity.”

(Savitri, pp. 691 – 693)

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