Savitri – Eine Legende und ein Symbol. Sri Aurobindo

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into a fine and blissful Nothingness.

      The Demiurges lost their names and forms,

      The great schemed worlds that they had planned and wrought

      Passed, taken and abolished one by one.

      The universe removed its coloured veil,

      And at the unimaginable end

      Of the huge riddle of created things

      Appeared the far-seen Godhead of the whole,

      His feet firm-based on Life’s stupendous wings,

      Omnipotent, a lonely seer of Time,

      Inward, inscrutable, with diamond gaze.

      Attracted by the unfathomable regard

      The unsolved slow cycles to their fount returned

      To rise again from that invisible sea.

      All from his puissance born was now undone;

      Nothing remained the cosmic Mind conceives.

      Eternity prepared to fade and seemed

      A hue and imposition on the Void,

      Space was the fluttering of a dream that sank

      Before its ending into Nothing’s deeps.

      The spirit that dies not and the Godhead’s self

      Seemed myths projected from the Unknowable;

      From It all sprang, in It is called to cease.

      But what That was, no thought nor sight could tell.

      Only a formless Form of self was left,

      A tenuous ghost of something that had been,

      The last experience of a lapsing wave

      Before it sinks into a bourneless sea, –

      As if it kept even on the brink of Nought

      Its bare feeling of the ocean whence it came.

      A Vastness brooded free from sense of Space,

      An Everlastingness cut off from Time;

      A strange sublime inalterable Peace

      Silent rejected from it world and soul.

      A stark companionless Reality

      Answered at last to his soul’s passionate search:

      Passionless, wordless, absorbed in its fathomless hush,

      Keeping the mystery none would ever pierce,

      It brooded inscrutable and intangible

      Facing him with its dumb tremendous calm.

      It had no kinship with the universe:

      There was no act, no movement in its Vast:

      Life’s question met by its silence died on her lips,

      The world’s effort ceased convicted of ignorance

      Finding no sanction of supernal Light:

      There was no mind there with its need to know,

      There was no heart there with its need to love.

      All person perished in its namelessness.

      There was no second, it had no partner or peer;

      Only itself was real to itself.

      A pure existence safe from thought and mood,

      A consciousness of unshared immortal bliss,

      It dwelt aloof in its bare infinite,

      One and unique, unutterably sole.

      A Being formless, featureless and mute

      That knew itself by its own timeless self,

      Aware for ever in its motionless depths,

      Uncreating, uncreated and unborn,

      The One by whom all live, who lives by none,

      An immeasurable luminous secrecy

      Guarded by the veils of the Unmanifest,

      Above the changing cosmic interlude

      Abode supreme, immutably the same,

      A silent Cause occult, impenetrable, –

      Infinite, eternal, unthinkable, alone.

      End of Canto One

      Canto Two

      The Adoration of the Divine Mother

      A stillness absolute, incommunicable,

      Meets the sheer self-discovery of the soul;

      A wall of stillness shuts it from the world,

      A gulf of stillness swallows up the sense

      And makes unreal all that mind has known,

      All that the labouring senses still would weave

      Prolonging an imaged unreality.

      Self’s vast spiritual silence occupies Space;

      Only the Inconceivable is left,

      Only the Nameless without space and time:

      Abolished is the burdening need of life:

      Thought falls from us, we cease from joy and grief;

      The ego is dead; we are freed from being and care,

      We have done with birth and death and work and fate.

      O soul, it is too early to rejoice!

      Thou hast reached the boundless silence of the Self,

      Thou hast leaped into a glad divine abyss;

      But where hast thou thrown Self’s mission and Self’s power?

      On what dead bank on the Eternal’s road?

      One was within thee who was self and world,

      What

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