Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Cast off thy mind, step back from form and name.

      Annul thyself that only God may be.”

      Thus spoke the mighty and uplifting Voice,

      And Savitri heard; she bowed her head and mused

      Plunging her deep regard into herself

      In her soul’s privacy in the silent Night.

      Aloof and standing back detached and calm,

      A witness of the drama of herself,

      A student of her own interior scene,

      She watched the passion and the toil of life

      And heard in the crowded thoroughfares of mind

      The unceasing tread and passage of her thoughts.

      All she allowed to rise that chose to stir;

      Calling, compelling nought, forbidding nought,

      She left all to the process formed in Time

      And the free initiative of Nature’s will.

      Thus following the complex human play

      She heard the prompter’s voice behind the scenes,

      Perceived the original libretto’s set

      And the organ theme of the composer Force.

      All she beheld that surges from man’s depths,

      The animal instincts prowling mid life’s trees,

      The impulses that whisper to the heart

      And passion’s thunder-chase sweeping the nerves;

      She saw the Powers that stare from the Abyss

      And the wordless Light that liberates the soul.

      But most her gaze pursued the birth of thought.

      Affranchised from the look of surface mind

      She paused not to survey the official case,

      The issue of forms from the office of the brain,

      Its factory of thought-sounds and soundless words

      And voices stored within unheard by men,

      Its mint and treasury of shining coin.

      These were but counters in mind’s symbol game,

      A gramophone’s discs, a reproduction’s film,

      A list of signs, a cipher and a code.

      In our unseen subtle body thought is born

      Or there it enters from the cosmic field.

      Oft from her soul stepped out a naked thought

      Luminous with mysteried lips and wonderful eyes;

      Or from her heart emerged some burning face

      And looked for life and love and passionate truth,

      Aspired to heaven or embraced the world

      Or led the fancy like a fleeting moon

      Across the dull sky of man’s common days,

      Amidst the doubtful certitudes of earth’s lore,

      To the celestial beauty of faith gave form,

      As if at flower-prints in a dingy room

      Laughed in a golden vase one living rose.

      A thaumaturgist sat in her heart’s deep,

      Compelled the forward stride, the upward look,

      Till wonder leaped into the illumined breast

      And life grew marvellous with transfiguring hope.

      A seeing will pondered between the brows;

      Thoughts, glistening Angels, stood behind the brain

      In flashing armour, folding hands of prayer,

      And poured heaven’s rays into the earthly form.

      Imaginations flamed up from her breast,

      Unearthly beauty, touches of surpassing joy

      And plans of miracle, dreams of delight:

      Around her navel lotus clustering close

      Her large sensations of the teeming worlds

      Streamed their dumb movements of the unformed Idea;

      Invading the small sensitive flower of the throat

      They brought their mute unuttered resonances

      To kindle the figures of a heavenly speech.

      Below, desires formed their wordless wish,

      And longings of physical sweetness and ecstasy

      Translated into the accents of a cry

      Their grasp on objects and their clasp on souls.

      Her body’s thoughts climbed from her conscious limbs

      And carried their yearnings to its mystic crown

      Where Nature’s murmurs meet the Ineffable.

      But for the mortal prisoned in outward mind

      All must present their passports at its door;

      Disguised they must don the official cap and mask

      Or pass as manufactures of the brain,

      Unknown their secret truth and hidden source.

      Only to the inner mind they speak direct,

      Put on a body and assume a voice,

      Their passage seen, their message heard and known,

      Their birthplace and their natal mark revealed,

      And stand confessed to an immortal’s sight,

      Our nature’s messengers to the witness soul.

      Impenetrable, withheld from mortal sense,

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