Readings in Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol by Sri Aurobindo from Book 1, Canto IV The Secret Knowledge

0:01 reading from Sri, aurobindo sabitri, a legend and a symbol Book 1, Canto for the secret knowledge. On a height. He stood that looked towards Greater Heights. Our early approaches to the infinite our sunrise, splendors on a marvelous Verge while lingers yet unseen the Glorious son. What? Now we see as a shadow of what must come the Earth's up? Look to a remote, unknown is a preface only of the Epic climb of human soul from its Flat Earth least eight to the discovery of a greater self.

0:49 And the far glean of an eternal light. This world is a beginning and a base where life and mind erect their structured dreams. And unborn power must build reality. A death bound. Littleness is not all we are. Immortal, our forgotten vastness has await Discovery in our Summit selves. Unmeasured breaths and depths of being are ours, akin to the ineffable, secrecy Mystic Eternal and unrealized time neighbors of Heaven are nature's altitudes.

1:33 To these high peak Dominion sealed to our search too far from surface Nature's postal routes to lofty for our mortal lives to breathe deep in us, a forgotten kinship points and a faint voice of ecstasy and prayer calls to those Lucent lost immensities. Even when we fail to look into our souls or lie embedded in Earthly, Consciousness still have we parts that grow towards the light yet, are there luminous tracks and Heavens Serene and eldorado's of Splendor and ecstasy? And temples to the godhead.

2:19 None can see a shapeless memory lingers in a still. And sometimes, when our site is turned Within, Ruth ignorant Veil is lifted from our eyes. There is a short miraculous escape. This narrow Fringe of clamped experience. We Leave Behind needed to us his life. Our little walks, our insufficient reach. Our souls can visit in great, lonely hours, still regions of imperishable light, All-Seeing Eagle peaks of Silent power and moon flame, oceans of Swift.

3:04 Fathomless Bliss, And calm, immensities of spirit space, in the unfolding process of the self sometimes, the inexpressible mystery at elects a human vessel of descent. A breath comes down from a supernal, are a presence is born a Guiding Light awakes of Stillness falls upon the instruments. Fixed motionless like a marble Monument Stone calm, the body is a pedestal supporting a figure of Eternal peace or a revealing for sweeps blazing in out of some, vast Superior continent. Knowledge, breaks through trailing its Radiance, he's and nature trembles with the power of the flame A greater personality.

4:02 Sometimes possesses us. Which yet we know, is ours. Or we adore the master of our souls. Then the small bodily, ego, Thins and Falls. No more insisting on its separate self. Losing the punk to Leo of its separate birth. it leaves as one with nature and with God, In moments, when the inner lamps are lit. And the life's cherish guests are left outside. Our Spirits sits alone and speaks to its Gulfs. A wider Consciousness opens than its doors. Invading from spiritual silences, array of the Timeless Glory.

4:51 Stoops awhile to commune with, are seized illumined, clay, and leaves. Its huge, white stamp Upon Our Lives. In the oblivious field of mortal mind revealed to the closed Prophet eyes of Trance. Or in some deep internal Solitude witnessed by a strange immaterial sense, the signals of Eternity appear. The truth mind could not know. Unveils its face, we hear what Mortal ears have never heard you. Feel? What Earthly sense has never felt. We love what?

5:34 Common Hearts, repel and Dread. Our minds hush to a bright omniscient. A voice calls from the chambers of the Soul. We meet the Ecstasy of the godhead touch in Golden privacies of immortal fire. These signs are native to a larger self that lives within us by ourselves unseen. Only sometimes a Holier influence comes. A tide of mightier surgeons Bears, our lives and a diviner presence moves. The soul. Or through the Earthly. Coverings, something breaks. A grace and beauty of spiritual light. The murmuring tongue of a Celestial fire. Our self and a high stranger whom we feel it is an axon seen as if it were not it follows the line of some paternal birth yet. Seems to perish with its mortal frame, assured of the Apocalypse to be it reckons, not the moments in the hours. Great patient.

6:50 Calm. It sees the centuries pass. Awaiting the slow Miracle of our change in the sure, deliberate process of world force, and the Long March of all revealing time. It is the origin and the master clue a silent overhead and inner voice. A Living Image seated in the heart and unwalled wideness and a fathomless point. The truth of all these cryptic shows in Space the real towards which are strivings move, the secret grandiose meaning of Our Lives.

7:36 A treasure of Honey, in the cons of God, a splendor burning in a tenebrous cloak. It is our glory of the flame of God. Our golden fountain of the world's delight and immortality cowled in the Cape of death. The shape of our Unborn definity. It guards for us our feet in depth within, we're sleeps the Eternal seed of transient things. Always we bear. It us a magic key concealed in life's hermetic envelope, a burning witness in the sanctuary regards through time and the blind walls of form a Timeless light is in his hidden eyes. He sees the secret things, no words can speak and knows the goal of the unconscious world.

8:34 And the Heart of the mystery of the journeying years. And the Heart of the mystery of the journeying years.