Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga
Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds 146 Clutched to her the little she could reach and seize And put aside in her subconscient cave. So must the dim being grow in light and force And rise to his higher destiny at last, Look up to God and round at the universe, And learn by failure and progress by fall And battle with environment and doom, By suffering discover his deep soul And by possession grow to his own vasts. Half-way she stopped and found her path no more. Still nothing was achieved but to begin, Yet finished seemed the circle of her force. Only she had beaten out sparks of ignorance; Only the life could think and not the mind, Only the sense could feel and not the soul. Only was lit some heat of the flame of Life, Some joy to be, some rapturous leaps of sense. All was an impetus of half-conscious Force, A spirit sprawling drowned in dense life-foam, A vague self grasping at the shape of things. Behind all moved seeking for vessels to hold A first raw vintage of the grapes of God, On earth’s mud a spilth of the supernal Bliss, Intoxicating the stupefied soul and mind A heady wine of rapture dark and crude, Dim, uncast yet into spiritual form, Obscure inhabitant of the world’s blind core, An unborn godhead’s will, a mute Desire. A third creation now revealed its face. A mould of body’s early mind was made. 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. A difficult evolution from below
CANTO IV: The Kingdoms of the Little Life 147 Called a masked intervention from above; Else this great, blind inconscient universe Could never have disclosed its hidden mind, Or even in blinkers worked in beast and man The Intelligence that devised the cosmic scheme. At first he saw a dim obscure mind-power Moving concealed by Matter and dumb life. A current thin, it streamed in life’s vast flow Tossing and drifting under a drifting sky Amid the surge and glimmering tremulous wash, Released in splash of sense and feeling’s waves. In the deep midst of an insentient world Its huddled waves and foam of consciousness ran Pressing and eddying through a narrow strait, Carrying experience in its crowded pace. It flowed emerging into upper light From the deep pool of its subliminal birth To reach some high existence still unknown. There was no thinking self, aim there was none: All was unorganised stress and seekings vague. Only to the unstable surface rose Sensations, stabs and edges of desire And passion’s leaps and brief emotion’s cries, A casual colloquy of flesh with flesh, A murmur of heart to longing wordless heart, Glimmerings of knowledge with no shape of thought And jets of subconscious will or hunger’s pulls. All was dim sparkle on a foaming top: It whirled around a drifting shadow-self On an inconscient flood of Force in Time. Then came the pressure of a seeing Power That drew all into a dancing turbid mass Circling around a single luminous point, Centre of reference in a conscious field, Figure of a unitary Light within. It lit the impulse of the half-sentient flood,
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CANTO IV: The Kingdoms of the Little Life 147<br />
Called a masked intervention from above;<br />
Else this great, blind inconscient universe<br />
Could never have disclosed its hidden mind,<br />
Or even in blinkers worked in beast and man<br />
The Intelligence that devised the cosmic scheme.<br />
At first he saw a dim obscure mind-power<br />
Moving concealed by Matter and dumb life.<br />
A current thin, it streamed in life’s vast flow<br />
Tossing and drifting under a drifting sky<br />
Amid the surge and glimmering tremulous wash,<br />
Released in splash of sense and feeling’s waves.<br />
In the deep midst of an insentient world<br />
Its huddled waves and foam of consciousness ran<br />
Pressing and eddying through a narrow strait,<br />
Carrying experience in its crowded pace.<br />
It flowed emerging into upper light<br />
From the deep pool of its subliminal birth<br />
To reach some high existence still unknown.<br />
There was no thinking self, aim there was none:<br />
All was unorganised stress and seekings vague.<br />
Only to the unstable surface rose<br />
Sensations, stabs and edges of desire<br />
And passion’s leaps and brief emotion’s cries,<br />
A casual colloquy of flesh with flesh,<br />
A murmur of heart to longing wordless heart,<br />
Glimmerings of knowledge with no shape of thought<br />
And jets of subconscious will or hunger’s pulls.<br />
All was dim sparkle on a foaming top:<br />
It whirled around a drifting shadow-self<br />
On an inconscient flood of Force in Time.<br />
Then came the pressure of a seeing Power<br />
That drew all into a dancing turbid mass<br />
Circling around a single luminous point,<br />
Centre of reference in a conscious field,<br />
Figure of a unitary Light within.<br />
It lit the impulse of the half-sentient flood,