Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 6:12:47 GMT -5
an introduction to Sri Aurobindo´s genius, from his epic poem on evolution ´´Savitri´´ pages 124 and 125
mantric poetry, it is my main tool for transformation..reading it, I get inundated with light...
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds 124
An inspiration and a lyric cry,
The moments came with ecstasy on their wings;
Beauty unimaginable moved heaven-bare
Absolved from boundaries in the vasts of dream;
The cry of the Birds of Wonder called from the skies
To the deathless people of the shores of Light.
Creation leaped straight from the hands of God;
Marvel and rapture wandered in the ways.
Only to be was a supreme delight,
Life was a happy laughter of the soul
And Joy was king with Love for minister.
The spirit’s luminousness was bodied there.
Life’s contraries were lovers or natural friends
And her extremes keen edges of harmony:
Indulgence with a tender purity came
And nursed the god on her maternal breast:
There none was weak, so falsehood could not live;
Ignorance was a thin shade protecting light,
Imagination the free-will of Truth,
Pleasure a candidate for heaven’s fire;
The intellect was Beauty’s worshipper,
Strength was the slave of calm spiritual law,
Power laid its head upon the breasts of Bliss.
There were summit-glories inconceivable,
Autonomies of Wisdom’s still self-rule
And high dependencies of her virgin sun,
Illumined theocracies of the seeing soul
Throned in the power of the Transcendent’s ray.
A vision of grandeurs, a dream of magnitudes
In sun-bright kingdoms moved with regal gait:
Assemblies, crowded senates of the gods,
Life’s puissances reigned on seats of marble will,
High dominations and autocracies
And laurelled strengths and armed imperative mights.
All objects there were great and beautiful,
All beings wore a royal stamp of power.
CANTO III: The Glory and the Fall of Life 125
There sat the oligarchies of natural Law,
Proud violent heads served one calm monarch brow:
All the soul’s postures donned divinity.
There met the ardent mutual intimacies
Of mastery’s joy and the joy of servitude
Imposed by Love on Love’s heart that obeys
And Love’s body held beneath a rapturous yoke.
All was a game of meeting kinglinesses.
For worship lifts the worshipper’s bowed strength
Close to the god’s pride and bliss his soul adores:
The ruler there is one with all he rules;
To him who serves with a free equal heart
Obedience is his princely training’s school,
His nobility’s coronet and privilege,
His faith is a high nature’s idiom,
His service a spiritual sovereignty.
There were realms where Knowledge joined creative Power
In her high home and made her all his own:
The grand Illuminate seized her gleaming limbs
And filled them with the passion of his ray
Till all her body was its transparent house
And all her soul a counterpart of his soul.
Apotheosised, transfigured by wisdom’s touch,
Her days became a luminous sacrifice;
An immortal moth in happy and endless fire,
She burned in his sweet intolerable blaze.
A captive Life wedded her conqueror.
In his wide sky she built her world anew;
She gave to mind’s calm pace the motor’s speed,
To thinking a need to live what the soul saw,
To living an impetus to know and see.
His splendour grasped her, her puissance to him clung;
She crowned the Idea a king in purple robes,
Put her magic serpent sceptre in Thought’s grip,
Made forms his inward vision’s rhythmic shapes
And her acts the living body of his will.
MANTRA
The
use of the Mantra, sacred syllable, name or mystic formula . . . is
of [great] importance in the Indian systems of yoga
and
common to
them all. [20:516]
What
the Vedic poets meant by the Mantra was an inspired and
revealed seeing and visioned thinking, attended by a realisation,
to
use the ponderous but necessary modern word, of some inmost truth of
God and self and man and Nature and cosmos and life
and thing and thought and experience and deed. It was a thinking
that came on the wings of a great soul rhythm, chandas.
For
the seeing could not be separated from the hearing; it was one
act. [9:199]
The
theory of the Mantra is that it is a word of power born out of the
secret depths of our being where it has been brooded upon by a deeper
consciousness than the mental, framed in the heart
and
not constructed by the intellect, held in the mind, again
concentrated
on by the waking mental consciousness and then thrown
out silently or vocally — the silent word is perhaps held to be
more potent than the spoken — precisely fo the work of creation.
[12:169]
The
mantra
as
I have tried to describe it in The
Future Poetry is
a word of power and light that comes from the overmind
inspiration
or from some very high plane of Intuition. Its characteristics
are a language that conveys infinitely more than the mere surface
sense of the words seems to indicate, a rhythm that means even
more than the language and is born out of the Infinite and disappears
into it, and the power to convey not merely the mental, vital
or physical contents or indications or values of the thing uttered,
but its significance and figure in some fundamental and original
consciousness which is behind all these and greater. [9:369-70.]