Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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      Then slowly it gathers mass, looks up at Light.

      This Nature lives tied to her origin,

      A clutch of nether force is on her still;

      Out of unconscious depths her instincts leap;

      A neighbour is her life to insentient Nought.

      Under this law an ignorant world was made.

      In the enigma of the darkened Vasts,

      In the passion and self-loss of the Infinite

      When all was plunged in the negating Void,

      Non-Being’s night could never have been saved

      If Being had not plunged into the dark

      Carrying with it its triple mystic cross.

      Invoking in world-time the timeless truth,

      Bliss changed to sorrow, knowledge made ignorant,

      God’s force turned into a child’s helplessness

      Can bring down heaven by their sacrifice.

      A contradiction founds the base of life:

      The eternal, the divine Reality

      Has faced itself with its own contraries;

      Being became the Void and Conscious-Force

      Nescience and walk of a blind Energy

      And Ecstasy took the figure of world-pain.

      In a mysterious dispensation’s law

      A Wisdom that prepares its far-off ends

      Planned so to start her slow aeonic game.

      A blindfold search and wrestle and fumbling clasp

      Of a half-seen Nature and a hidden Soul,

      A game of hide-and-seek in twilit rooms,

      A play of love and hate and fear and hope

      Continues in the nursery of mind

      Its hard and heavy romp of self-born twins.

      At last the struggling Energy can emerge

      And meet the voiceless Being in wider fields;

      Then can they see and speak and, breast to breast,

      In a larger consciousness, a clearer light,

      The Two embrace and strive and each know each

      Regarding closer now the playmate’s face.

      Even in these formless coilings he could feel

      Matter’s response to an infant stir of soul.

      In Nature he saw the mighty Spirit concealed,

      Watched the weak birth of a tremendous Force,

      Pursued the riddle of Godhead’s tentative pace,

      Heard the faint rhythms of a great unborn Muse.

      Then came a fierier breath of waking Life,

      And there arose from the dim gulf of things

      The strange creations of a thinking sense,

      Existences half-real and half-dream.

      A life was there that hoped not to survive:

      Beings were born who perished without trace,

      Events that were a formless drama’s limbs

      And actions driven by a blind creature will.

      A seeking Power found out its road to form,

      Patterns were built of love and joy and pain

      And symbol figures for the moods of Life.

      An insect hedonism fluttered and crawled

      And basked in a sunlit Nature’s surface thrills,

      And dragon raptures, python agonies

      Crawled in the marsh and mire and licked the sun.

      Huge armoured strengths shook a frail quaking ground,

      Great puissant creatures with a dwarfish brain,

      And pigmy tribes imposed their small life-drift.

      In a dwarf model of humanity

      Nature now launched the extreme experience

      And master-point of her design’s caprice,

      Luminous result of her half-conscious climb

      On rungs twixt her sublimities and grotesques

      To massive from infinitesimal shapes,

      To a subtle balancing of body and soul,

      To an order of intelligent littleness.

      Around him in the moment-beats of Time

      The kingdom of the animal self arose,

      Where deed is all and mind is still half-born

      And the heart obeys a dumb unseen control.

      The Force that works by the light of Ignorance,

      Her animal experiment began,

      Crowding with conscious creatures her world-scheme;

      But to the outward only were they alive,

      Only they replied to touches and surfaces

      And to the prick of need that drove their lives.

      A body that knew not its own soul within,

      There lived and longed, had wrath and joy and grief;

      A mind was there that met the objective world

      As if a stranger or enemy at its door:

      Its thoughts were kneaded by the shocks of sense;

      It captured not the spirit in the form,

      It entered not the heart of what it saw;

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