Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol by Sri Aurobindo, Book I The Book of Beginnings, Canto 5 The Yoga of the King: the Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness, pp. 80-83
Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol by Sri Aurobindo, Book I The Book of Beginnings, Canto 5 The Yoga of the King: the Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness, pp. 80-83
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0:01 In a divine retreat from mortal thought, in a prodigious gesture of soul sight his being towered into pathless heights, naked of its vesture of humanity, as thus it rose to meet him, bare and pure. A strong descent leaped down a mite, a flame, a beauty half visible with deathless eyes, a violent ecstasy. The sweetness dire enveloped him with its stupendous limbs, and penetrated nerve and heart and brain that thrilled and fainted with the epiphany.
0:43 His nature shuddered in the unknown's grasp. In a moment shorter than death, longer than time, by a power more ruthless than love, happier than heaven, taken sovereignly into eternal arms, hailed and coerced by a stark absolute bliss in a whirlwind circuit of delight and force. Hurried into unimaginable depths, upborne into immeasurable heights, it was torn out from its mortality, and underwent a new and born less change, an omniscient knowing without sight or thought, an indecipherable omnipotence, a Mystic form that could contain the world's yet make one human breast. Its passionate shrine drew him out of his seeking loneliness into the magnitudes of God's embrace, as when a timeless eye annuls the hours, abolishing the agent and the ACT. So now his spirits shone out wide blank, pure. His wakened mind became an empty slate on which the universal and soul could write.
2:07 All that represses our fallen consciousness was taken from him like a forgotten load. A fire that seemed the body of a God consumed the limiting figures of the past, and made large room for a new self to live. Eternity's contact broke the moulds of sense, a greater force than the earthly held his limbs. Huge workings bared his undiscovered sheaths. Strange energies wrought and screened, tremendous hands unwound the triple cord of mind, and freed the heavenly wideness of a godhead's gaze as through a dress. The wearer shape is seen there, reached through forms to the hidden absolute, a cosmic feeling and transcendent sight. Increased and heightened were the instruments. Illusion lost her aggrandizing lens, as from her failing hand the measures fell.
3:12 Atomic looked the things that loomed so large the little ego's ring could join no more in the enormous spaces of the self. The body now seemed only a wandering shell, his mind the many frescoed outer court of an imperishable inhabitant. His spirit breathed the superhuman air. The imprisoned deity rent its magic fence as with a sound of Thunder and of seas. Vast barriers crashed around the huge escape, immutably coeval with the world circle and end of every hope and toil inexorably drawn round thought and act, The fixed immovable peripheries efface themselves beneath the incarnates tread the dire of a lamin and the bottomless crypt, between which life and thought forever move.
4:13 Forbidden still to cross the dim dread bounds, the Guardian darknesses mute and formidable, empowered to circumscribe the wingless spirit in the boundaries of mind and ignorance protecting no more. A dual eternity vanished, rescinding their enormous role. Once figure of creation's vain ellipse, the expanding 0, lost its giant curve. The old adamantine vitoes stood no more. Overpowered were Earth and nature's obsolete rule. The Python coils of the restricting law could not restrain the swift arisen God. Abolished were the scripts of destiny. There was no small death haunted creature more no fragile form of being to preserve from an all swallowing immensity. The great hammer beats of a pent up world heart burst open the narrow dams that keep us safe against the forces of the universe.
5:20 The soul and cosmos faced as equal powers. A boundless being in a measureless time invaded nature with the infinite he saw unpathed, unwalled his Titan scope.
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