Explorations in Savitri

In that desolate grandeur, in that beauty bare, In the deaf stillness, mid the unheeded sounds, Heavy was the uncommunicated load Of Godhead in a world that had no needs; For none was there to feel or to receive.

A Power beyond earth's scope has touched the earth; The repose that might have been can be no more; A formless yearning passions in man's heart, A cry is in his blood for happier things:

In this slow ascension he must follow her pace Even from her faint and dim subconscious start: So only can earth's last salvation come.

A wide unquiet mist of seeking Space, A rayless region swallowed in vague swathes, That seemed, unnamed, unbodied and unhoused, A swaddled visionless and formless mind, Asked for a body to translate its soul.

A heavenly process donned this grey disguise, A fallen ignorance in its covert night Laboured to achieve its dumb unseemly work, A camouflage of the Inconscient's need To release the glory of God in Nature's mud.

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.

Beings were there who wore a human form; Absorbed they lived in the passion of the scene, But knew not who they were or why they lived: Content to breathe, to feel, to sense, to act,

Absorbed in the present act, the fleeting days, None thought to look beyond the hour's gains, Or dreamed to make this earth a fairer world, Or felt some touch divine surprise his heart.

A glint of light kindled the obscure World-Force; It dowered a driven world with the seeing Idea And armed the act with thought's dynamic point: A small thinking being watched the works of Time.