Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

never dies,

      He joined the sessions of Infinity.

      On the cosmic murmur primal loneliness fell,

      Annulled was the contact formed with time-born things,

      Empty grew Nature’s wide community.

      All things were brought back to their formless seed,

      The world was silent for a cyclic hour.

      Although the afflicted Nature he had left

      Maintained beneath him her broad numberless fields,

      Her enormous act, receding, failed remote

      As if a soulless dream at last had ceased.

      No voice came down from the high Silences,

      None answered from her desolate solitudes.

      A stillness of cessation reigned, the wide

      Immortal hush before the gods are born;

      A universal Force awaited, mute,

      The veiled Transcendent’s ultimate decree.

      Then suddenly there came a downward look.

      As if a sea exploring its own depths,

      A living Oneness widened at its core

      And joined him to unnumbered multitudes.

      A Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love

      Caught all into a sole immense embrace;

      Existence found its truth on Oneness’ breast

      And each became the self and space of all.

      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 now was made a cosmos’ seed:

      This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,

      It needed not a sheath of Ignorance.

      Then from the trance of that tremendous clasp

      And from the throbbings of that single Heart

      And from the naked Spirit’s victory

      A new and marvellous creation rose.

      Incalculable outflowing infinitudes

      Laughing out an unmeasured happiness

      Lived their innumerable unity;

      Worlds where the being is unbound and wide

      Bodied unthinkably the egoless Self;

      Rapture of beatific energies

      Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy;

      White vasts were seen where all is wrapped in all.

      There were no contraries, no sundered parts,

      All by spiritual links were joined to all

      And bound indissolubly to the One:

      Each was unique, but took all lives as his own,

      And, following out these tones of the Infinite,

      Recognised in himself the universe.

      A splendid centre of infinity’s whirl

      Pushed to its zenith’s height, its last expanse,

      Felt the divinity of its own self-bliss

      Repeated in its numberless other selves:

      It took up tirelessly into its scope

      Persons and figures of the Impersonal,

      As if prolonging in a ceaseless count,

      In a rapturous multiplication’s sum,

      The recurring decimals of eternity.

      None was apart, none lived for himself alone,

      Each lived for God in him and God in all,

      Each soleness inexpressibly held the whole.

      There Oneness was not tied to monotone;

      It showed a thousand aspects of itself,

      Its calm immutable stability

      Upbore on a changeless ground for ever safe,

      Compelled to a spontaneous servitude,

      The ever-changing incalculable steps,

      The seeming-reckless dance’s subtle plan

      Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.

      Appearance looked back to its hidden truth

      And made of difference oneness’ smiling play;

      It made all persons fractions of the Unique,

      Yet all were being’s secret integers.

      All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love

      In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace.

      Identity’s reconciling happiness gave

      A rich security to difference.

      On a meeting line of hazardous extremes

      The game of games was played to its breaking-point,

      Where through self-finding by divine self-loss

      There leaps out unity’s supreme delight

      Whose blissful undivided sweetness feels

      A communality of the Absolute.

      There was no sob of suffering anywhere;

      Experience ran from point to point of joy:

      Bliss was the pure undying truth of things.

      All Nature was a conscious front of God:

      A wisdom worked in all, self-moved, self-sure,

      A plenitude of illimitable Light,

      An authenticity of intuitive Truth,

      A glory and passion of creative Force.

      Infallible, leaping from eternity,

      The moment’s thought inspired the passing act.

      A word, a laughter, sprang from Silence’ breast,

      A rhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,

      A knowledge in the fathomless heart of Time.

      All turned to all without reserve’s recoil:

      A single ecstasy without a break,

      Love was a close and thrilled identity

      In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life.

      A universal vision that unites,

      A sympathy of nerve replying to nerve,

      Hearing that listens to thought’s inner sound

      And follows the rhythmic meanings of the heart,

      A touch that needs not hands to feel, to clasp,

      Were there the native means of consciousness

      And heightened the intimacy of soul with soul.

      A grand orchestra of spiritual powers,

      A diapason of soul-interchange

      Harmonised a Oneness deep, immeasurable.

      In these new worlds projected he became