Tuesday, July 17, 2012
The soul of a poet
“O soul, my soul, we have created Heaven,
Within we have found the kingdom here of God,
His fortress built in a loud ignorant world.
Our life is entrenched between two rivers of Light,
We have turned space into a gulf of peace
And made the body a Capitol of bliss.
What more, what more, if more must still be done?”
("Savitri", Sri Aurobindo)
The soul of a poet lives on its aspiration toward the Beauty and the supreme Good,
but here the Poet affirms with letters of fire, is a Realizer, is not aspiration anymore.
The <body> a Capitol of bliss?
Who can say this?
But should we prefer lower and safer flights, he wrote what he meant in prose too:
The boon that we have asked from the Supreme is the greatest that the earth can ask from the Highest, the change that is most difficult to realise, the most exacting in its conditions. It is nothing less than the descent of the supreme Truth and Power into Matter, the Supramental established in the material plane and consciousness and the material world and an integral transformation down to the very principle of Matter. Only a supreme Grace can effect this miracle.
<<the descent of the supreme Truth and Power into Matter>>,
<<the Supramental established in the material plane and consciousness and the material world>>
<<an integral transformation down to the very principle of Matter>>
This is a program for this planet Earth, there is no mention of "somewhere else".
Here in the very core of Matter.
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