Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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СКАЧАТЬ conscious spirit nursed in Matter’s house.

      The living symbol of these conscious planes,

      Its influences and godheads of the unseen,

      Its unthought logic of Reality’s acts

      Arisen from the unspoken truth in things,

      Have fixed our inner life’s slow-scaled degrees.

      Its steps are paces of the soul’s return

      From the deep adventure of material birth,

      A ladder of delivering ascent

      And rungs that Nature climbs to deity.

      Once in the vigil of a deathless gaze

      These grades had marked her giant downward plunge,

      The wide and prone leap of a godhead’s fall.

      Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme.

      The great World-Mother by her sacrifice

      Has made her soul the body of our state;

      Accepting sorrow and unconsciousness

      Divinity’s lapse from its own splendours wove

      The many-patterned ground of all we are.

      An idol of self is our mortality.

      Our earth is a fragment and a residue;

      Her power is packed with the stuff of greater worlds

      And steeped in their colour-lustres dimmed by her drowse;

      An atavism of higher births is hers,

      Her sleep is stirred by their buried memories

      Recalling the lost spheres from which they fell.

      Unsatisfied forces in her bosom move;

      They are partners of her greater growing fate

      And her return to immortality;

      They consent to share her doom of birth and death;

      They kindle partial gleams of the All and drive

      Her blind laborious spirit to compose

      A meagre image of the mighty Whole.

      The calm and luminous Intimacy within

      Approves her work and guides the unseeing Power.

      His vast design accepts a puny start.

      An attempt, a drawing half-done is the world’s life;

      Its lines doubt their concealed significance,

      Its curves join not their high intended close.

      Yet some first image of greatness trembles there,

      And when the ambiguous crowded parts have met

      The many-toned unity to which they moved,

      The Artist’s joy shall laugh at reason’s rules;

      The divine intention suddenly shall be seen,

      The end vindicate intuition’s sure technique.

      A graph shall be of many meeting worlds,

      A cube and union-crystal of the gods;

      A Mind shall think behind Nature’s mindless mask,

      A conscious Vast fill the old dumb brute Space.

      This faint and fluid sketch of soul called man

      Shall stand out on the background of long Time

      A glowing epitome of eternity,

      A little point reveal the infinitudes.

      A Mystery’s process is the universe.

      At first was laid a strange anomalous base,

      A void, a cipher of some secret Whole,

      Where zero held infinity in its sum

      And All and Nothing were a single term,

      An eternal negative, a matrix Nought:

      Into its forms the Child is ever born

      Who lives for ever in the vasts of God.

      A slow reversal’s movement then took place:

      A gas belched out from some invisible Fire,

      Of its dense rings were formed these million stars;

      Upon earth’s new-born soil God’s tread was heard.

      Across the thick smoke of earth’s ignorance

      A Mind began to see and look at forms

      And groped for knowledge in the nescient Night:

      Caught in a blind stone-grip Force worked its plan

      And made in sleep this huge mechanical world,

      That Matter might grow conscious of its soul

      And like a busy midwife the life-power

      Deliver the zero carrier of the All.

      Because eternal eyes turned on earth’s gulfs

      The lucent clarity of a pure regard

      And saw a shadow of the Unknowable

      Mirrored in the Inconscient’s boundless sleep,

      Creation’s search for self began its stir.

      A spirit dreamed in the crude cosmic whirl,

      Mind flowed unknowing in the sap of life

      And Matter’s breasts suckled the divine Idea.

      A miracle of the Absolute was born;

      Infinity put on a finite soul,

      All ocean lived within a wandering drop,

      A time-made body housed the Illimitable.

      To live this Mystery out our souls came here.

      A Seer within who knows the ordered plan

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