"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Sunday, January 17, 2021

Few Lines From Savitri by Sri Aurobindo - book II Canto V (Origin Of Universe)

 


Sri Aurobindo’s poetry is infused not only with most profound and deepest thoughts found in most ancient Sanskrit literature of India, it is also abundant in the imagery found in the literature of ancient Latin, Greek and English poetry making it the most rich and vibrant work of literature in the field of spirituality. 

 In Savitri his thoughts have bloomed like thousands of lotus flowers covering the entire lake of spiritual poetry. One has to merge deeper and deeper in it and still may not find the depth that Sri Aurobindo has touched through his yoga and inner Psychological experiences.


The passage below talks about the origin of Universe. The power Unknown descending into the matter. The title below is provided just for the sake of the title for the clarity of the topic.


( Savita Tyagi )


The Beginning Of The Universe


At the outset of this enigmatic world

Which seems at once an enormous brute machine

And a slow unmasking of the Spirit in things,

In this revolving chamber without walls

In which God sits impassive everywhere 

As if unknown to himself and and by us unseen

In a miracle of inconscient secrecy 

Yet is all here his action and his will.


In this whirl and sprawl through infinite vacancy

The Spirit became matter and lay in the whirl

A body sleeping without sense or soul.

A mass phenomenon of visible shapes

Supported by the silence of the Void

Appeared in the eternal Consciousness

And seemed an outward and insensible world.


There was none there to see and feel;

Only the miraculous Inconscient,

A subtle wizard, was at its task.

Inventing ways for magical results,

Managing creation’s marvelous device,

Making mechanically dumb wisdom’s points,

Using the unthought inevitable Idea,

It did the works of God’s intelligence

Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown.


Still the consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb,

Unfelt was the bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds.

Being was an inert substance driven Force.



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