Explorations in Savitri

Thus streamed down from the realm of early Light Ethereal thinkings into Matter's world [...] To labour and to dream and new-create, To feel beauty's touch and know the world and self: The Golden Child began to think and see.

Mind, life the playthings of a Titan's babe. As one it works who builds a mimic fort Miraculously stable for a while, Made of the sands upon a bank of Time Mid an occult eternity's shoreless sea.

A technician admirable, a thinker crude, A riveter of Life to habit's grooves, Obedient to gross Matter's tyranny, A prisoner of the moulds in which it works, It binds itself by what itself creates.

A huge inertness is the world's defence, Even in change is treasured changelessness; Into inertia revolution sinks, In a new dress the old resumes its role; The Energy acts, the stable is its seal: On Shiva's breast is stayed the enormous dance.

"All life to harmonise by thought's control, She with the huge imbroglio struggles still; Ignorant of all but her own seeking mind To save the world from Ignorance she came."

There dawns no light of heavenly certitude. A million faces wears her knowledge here And every face is turbaned with a doubt. All now is questioned, all reduced to nought.

As if she knew not facts are husks of truth, The husks she keeps, the kernel throws aside. An ancient wisdom fades into the past, The ages' faith becomes an idle tale, God passes out of the awakened thought....

Ascending from the soil where creep our days, Earth's consciousness may marry with the Sun, Our mortal life ride on the spirit's wings, Our finite thoughts commune with the Infinite.

The little Mind is tied to little things: Its sense is but the spirit's outward touch, Half-waked in a world of dark Inconscience; It feels out for its beings and its forms Like one left fumbling in the ignorant Night.