Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga
Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga
BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga 524 Carved in the massive stone of Matter’s trance. Two golden serpents round the lintel curled, Enveloping it with their pure and dreadful strength, Looked out with wisdom’s deep and luminous eyes. An eagle covered it with wide conquering wings: Flames of self-lost immobile reverie, Doves crowded the grey musing cornices Like sculptured postures of white-bosomed peace. Across the threshold’s sleep she entered in And found herself amid great figures of gods Conscious in stone and living without breath, Watching with fixed regard the soul of man, Executive figures of the cosmic self, World-symbols of immutable potency. On the walls covered with significant shapes Looked at her the life-scene of man and beast And the high meaning of the life of gods, The power and necessity of these numberless worlds, And faces of beings and stretches of world-space Spoke the succinct and inexhaustible Hieratic message of the climbing planes. In their immensitude signing infinity They were the extension of the self of God And housed, impassively receiving all, His figures and his small and mighty acts And his passion and his birth and life and death And his return to immortality. To the abiding and eternal is their climb, To the pure existence everywhere the same, To the sheer consciousness and the absolute force And the unimaginable and formless bliss, To the mirth in Time and the timeless mystery Of the triune being who is all and one And yet is no one but himself apart. There was no step of breathing men, no sound, Only the living nearness of the soul.
CANTO V: The Finding of the Soul 525 Yet all the worlds and God himself were there, For every symbol was a reality And brought the presence which had given it life. All this she saw and inly felt and knew Not by some thought of mind but by the self. A light not born of sun or moon or fire, A light that dwelt within and saw within Shedding an intimate visibility Made secrecy more revealing than the word: Our sight and sense are a fallible gaze and touch And only the spirit’s vision is wholly true. As thus she passed in that mysterious place Through room and room, through door and rock-hewn door, She felt herself made one with all she saw. A sealed identity within her woke; She knew herself the Beloved of the Supreme: These Gods and Goddesses were he and she: The Mother was she of Beauty and Delight, The Word in Brahma’s vast creating clasp, The World-Puissance on almighty Shiva’s lap, — The Master and the Mother of all lives Watching the worlds their twin regard had made, And Krishna and Radha for ever entwined in bliss, The Adorer and Adored self-lost and one. In the last chamber on a golden seat One sat whose shape no vision could define; Only one felt the world’s unattainable fount, A Power of which she was a straying Force, An invisible Beauty, goal of the world’s desire, A Sun of which all knowledge is a beam, A Greatness without whom no life could be. Thence all departed into silent self, And all became formless and pure and bare. Then through a tunnel dug in the last rock She came out where there shone a deathless sun. A house was there all made of flame and light
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BOOK VII: The Book of <strong>Yoga</strong> 524<br />
Carved in the massive stone of Matter’s trance.<br />
Two golden serpents round the lintel curled,<br />
Enveloping it with their pure and dreadful strength,<br />
Looked out with wisdom’s deep and luminous eyes.<br />
An eagle covered it with wide conquering wings:<br />
Flames of self-lost immobile reverie,<br />
Doves crowded the grey musing cornices<br />
Like sculptured postures of white-bosomed peace.<br />
Across the threshold’s sleep she entered in<br />
And found herself amid great figures of gods<br />
Conscious in stone and living without breath,<br />
Watching with fixed regard the soul of man,<br />
Executive figures of the cosmic self,<br />
World-symbols of immutable potency.<br />
On the walls covered with significant shapes<br />
Looked at her the life-scene of man and beast<br />
And the high meaning of the life of gods,<br />
The power and necessity of these numberless worlds,<br />
And faces of beings and stretches of world-space<br />
Spoke the succinct and inexhaustible<br />
Hieratic message of the climbing planes.<br />
In their immensitude signing infinity<br />
They were the extension of the self of God<br />
And housed, impassively receiving all,<br />
His figures and his small and mighty acts<br />
And his passion and his birth and life and death<br />
And his return to immortality.<br />
To the abiding and eternal is their climb,<br />
To the pure existence everywhere the same,<br />
To the sheer consciousness and the absolute force<br />
And the unimaginable and formless bliss,<br />
To the mirth in Time and the timeless mystery<br />
Of the triune being who is all and one<br />
And yet is no one but himself apart.<br />
There was no step of breathing men, no sound,<br />
Only the living nearness of the soul.