Outstretching
arms to the unconscious Void,
Passionate she
prays to invisible forms of Gods
Soliciting
from dumb Fate and toiling Time
What most she
needs, what most exceeds her scope,
A Mind
unvisited by illusion's gleams,
A Will
expressive of soul's deity,
A Strength not
forced to stumble by its speed,
A Joy that
drags not sorrow as its shade.
For these she
yearns and feels them destined hers:
Heaven's
privilege she claims as her own right.
Just is her
claim the all-witnessing Gods approve,
Clear in a greater
light than reason owns:
Our intuitions
are its title-deeds;
Our souls
accept what our blind thoughts refuse.
Earth's winged
chimeras are Truth's steeds in Heaven,
The impossible
God's sign of things to be.
But few can
look beyond the present state
Or overleap
this matted hedge of sense.
Coming from the highest
world, Savitri knew intuitively what should and would be the possibilities of
the beings who will live upon earth. But the possibilities were already in Her
because She had them from Her Origin. But, for the beings born upon earth and
of earth-origin, they are to be acquired after a long transformation.
She came to announce
what could be and to show that it would be possible. But all the work upon
earth was to be done and is yet mostly to be done and that means a long effort
and serious preparation.
To know not only that
it is a possibility but that it is a certitude and will surely be when the time
comes, helps the consciousness to make the necessary effort to hasten the
advent of the right time.
She came to show what
could be and would be. And that gives the energy to fulfil.
All that
transpires on earth and all beyond
Are parts of
an illimitable plan
The One keeps
in his heart and knows alone.
Our outward
happenings have their seed within,
And even this
random Fate that imitates Chance,
This mass of
unintelligible results,
Are the dumb
graph of truths that work unseen:
The laws of
the Unknown create the known.
The events
that shape the appearance of our lives
Are a cipher
of subliminal quiverings
Which rarely
we surprise or vaguely feel,
Are an outcome
of suppressed realities
That hardly
rise into material day:
They are born
from the spirit's sun of hidden powers
Digging a
tunnel through emergency.
But who shall
pierce into the cryptic gulf
And learn what
deep necessity of the soul
Determined
casual deed and consequence?
In its superficial
appearance this world is chaotic and haphazard.
In reality it is the
marvellous consequence of an all-mighty and all-combining vision which puts
each thing in its place, each event at its moment.
In our crude and
limited understanding we believe that things have no meaning and no purpose,
but when we can rise to a higher and vaster vision we come to know that each
thing is in its place, each event at its proper moment and that the whole
universe is going by a tremendous and unopposable movement towards the goal of
the Divine Realisation.
It is our limitation,
our ignorance that create the incoherence. But behind this ignorance there is a
Will that knows and does.
Never judge and never
despair. These are the first things human beings must learn.