Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

highest flight climbs to a deepest view:

      In a wide opening of its native sky

      Intuition’s lightnings range in a bright pack

      Hunting all hidden truths out of their lairs,

      Its fiery edge of seeing absolute

      Cleaves into locked unknown retreats of self,

      Rummages the sky-recesses of the brain,

      Lights up the occult chambers of the heart;

      Its spear-point ictus of discovery

      Pressed on the cover of name, the screen of form,

      Strips bare the secret soul of all that is.

      Thought there has revelation’s sun-bright eyes;

      The Word, a mighty and inspiring Voice,

      Enters Truth’s inmost cabin of privacy

      And tears away the veil from God and life.

      Then stretches the boundless finite’s last expanse,

      The cosmic empire of the Overmind,

      Time’s buffer state bordering Eternity,

      Too vast for the experience of man’s soul:

      All here gathers beneath one golden sky:

      The Powers that build the cosmos station take

      In its house of infinite possibility;

      Each god from there builds his own nature’s world;

      Ideas are phalanxed like a group of suns,

      Each marshalling his company of rays.

      Thought crowds in masses seized by one regard;

      All Time is one body, Space a single look:

      There is the Godhead’s universal gaze

      And there the boundaries of immortal Mind:

      The line that parts and joins the hemispheres

      Closes in on the labour of the Gods

      Fencing eternity from the toil of Time.

      In her glorious kingdom of eternal light

      All-ruler, ruled by none, the Truth supreme,

      Omnipotent, omniscient and alone,

      In a golden country keeps her measureless house;

      In its corridor she hears the tread that comes

      Out of the Unmanifest never to return

      Till the Unknown is known and seen by men.

      Above the stretch and blaze of cosmic Sight,

      Above the silence of the wordless Thought,

      Formless creator of immortal forms,

      Nameless, investitured with the name divine,

      Transcending Time’s hours, transcending Timelessness,

      The Mighty Mother sits in lucent calm

      And holds the eternal Child upon her knees

      Attending the day when he shall speak to Fate.

      There is the image of our future’s hope;

      There is the sun for which all darkness waits,

      There is the imperishable harmony;

      The world’s contradictions climb to her and are one:

      There is the Truth of which the world’s truths are shreds,

      The Light of which the world’s ignorance is the shade

      Till Truth draws back the shade that it has cast,

      The Love our hearts call down to heal all strife,

      The Bliss for which the world’s derelict sorrows yearn:

      Thence comes the glory sometimes seen on earth,

      The visits of Godhead to the human soul,

      The Beauty and the dream on Nature’s face.

      There the perfection born from eternity

      Calls to it the perfection born in Time,

      The truth of God surprising human life,

      The image of God overtaking finite shapes.

      There in a world of everlasting Light,

      In the realms of the immortal Supermind

      Truth who hides here her head in mystery,

      Her riddle deemed by reason impossible

      In the stark structure of material form,

      Unenigmaed lives, unmasked her face and there

      Is Nature and the common law of things.

      There in a body made of spirit stuff,

      The hearth-stone of the everliving Fire,

      Action translates the movements of the soul,

      Thought steps infallible and absolute

      And life is a continual worship’s rite,

      A sacrifice of rapture to the One.

      A cosmic vision, a spiritual sense

      Feels all the Infinite lodged in finite form

      And seen through a quivering ecstasy of light

      Discovers the bright face of the Bodiless,

      In the truth of a moment, in the moment’s soul

      Can sip the honey-wine of Eternity.

      A Spirit who is no one and innumerable,

      The one mystic infinite Person of his world

      Multiplies his myriad personality,

      On all his bodies seals his divinity’s stamp

      And sits in each immortal and unique.

      The Immobile stands behind each daily act,

      A background of the movement and the scene,

      Upholding creation on its might and calm

      And change on the Immutable’s deathless poise.

      The Timeless looks out from the travelling hours;

      The Ineffable puts on a robe of speech

      Where all its words are woven like magic threads

      Moving with beauty, inspiring with their gleam,

      And every thought takes up its destined place

      Recorded in the memory of the world.

      The Truth supreme, vast and impersonal

      Fits faultlessly the hour and circumstance,

      Its substance a pure gold ever the same

      But shaped into vessels for the spirit’s use,

      Its gold becomes the wine jar and the vase.

      All there is a supreme epiphany:

      The All-Wonderful makes a marvel of each event,

      The All-Beautiful is a miracle in each shape;

      The All-Blissful smites with rapture the heart’s throbs,

      A pure celestial joy is the use of sense.

      Each being there is a member of the Self,

      A portion of the million-thoughted All,

      A claimant to the timeless Unity,

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