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Das Kollektive Savitri-Projekt: Das Buch vom Weltenwanderer

Savitri Buch 2 Canto 13 (ID ist identisch mit Buchzeile rechts!)

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1 At last there came a bare indifferent sky 1
2 Where Silence listened to the cosmic Voice, 2
3 But answered nothing to a million calls; 3
4 The soul's endless question met with no response. 4
5 An abrupt conclusion ended eager hopes, 5
6 A deep cessation in a mighty calm, 6
7 A finis-line on the last page of thought 7
8 And a margin and a blank of wordless peace. 8
9 There paused the climbing hierarchy of worlds. 9
10 He stood on a wide arc of summit Space 10
11 Alone with an enormous Self of Mind 11
12 Which held all life in a corner of its vasts. 12
13 Omnipotent, immobile and aloof, 13
14 In the world which sprang from it, it took no part: 14
15 It gave no heed to the paeans of victory, 15
16 It was indifferent to its own defeats, 16
17 It heard the cry of grief and made no sign; 17
18 Impartial fell its gaze on evil and good, 18
19 It saw destruction come and did not move. 19
20 An equal Cause of things, a lonely Seer 20
21 And Master of its multitude of forms, 21
22 It acted not but bore all thoughts and deeds, 22
23 The witness Lord of Nature's myriad acts 23
24 Consenting to the movements of her Force. 24
25 His mind reflected this vast quietism. 25
26 This witness hush is the Thinker's secret base: 26
27 Hidden in silent depths the word is formed, 27
28 From hidden silences the act is born 28
29 Into the voiceful mind, the labouring world; 29
30 In secrecy wraps the seed the Eternal sows 30
31 Silence, the mystic birthplace of the soul. 31
32 In God's supreme withdrawn and timeless hush 32
33 A seeing Self and potent Energy met; 33
34 The Silence knew itself and thought took form: 34
35 Self-made from the dual power creation rose. 35
36 In the still self he lived and it in him; 36
37 Its mute immemorable listening depths, 37
38 Its vastness and its stillness were his own; 38
39 One being with it he grew wide, powerful, free. 39
40 Apart, unbound, he looked on all things done. 40
41 As one who builds his own imagined scenes 41
42 And loses not himself in what he sees, 42
43 Spectator of a drama self-conceived, 43
44 He looked on the world and watched its motive thoughts 44
45 With the burden of luminous prophecy in their eyes, 45
46 Its forces with their feet of wind and fire 46
47 Arisen from the dumbness in his soul. 47
48 All now he seemed to understand and know; 48
49 Desire came not nor any gust of will, 49
50 The great perturbed inquirer lost his task; 50
51 Nothing was asked nor wanted any more. 51
52 There he could stay, the Self, the Silence won: 52
53 His soul had peace, it knew the cosmic Whole. 53
54 Then suddenly a luminous finger fell 54
55 On all things seen or touched or heard or felt 55
56 And showed his mind that nothing could be known; 56
57 That must be reached from which all knowledge comes. 57
58 The sceptic Ray disrupted all that seems 58
59 And smote at the very roots of thought and sense. 59
60 In a universe of Nescience they have grown, 60
61 Aspiring towards a superconscient Sun, 61
62 Playing in shine and rain from heavenlier skies 62
63 They never can win however high their reach 63
64 Or overpass however keen their probe. 64
65 A doubt corroded even the means to think, 65
66 Distrust was thrown upon Mind's instruments; 66
67 All that it takes for reality's shining coin, 67
68 Proved fact, fixed inference, deduction clear, 68
69 Firm theory, assured significance, 69
70 Appeared as frauds upon Time's credit bank 70
71 Or assets valueless in Truth's treasury. 71
72 An Ignorance on an uneasy throne 72
73 Travestied with a fortuitous sovereignty 73
74 A figure of knowledge garbed in dubious words 74
75 And tinsel thought-forms brightly inadequate. 75
76 A labourer in the dark dazzled by half-light, 76
77 What it knew was an image in a broken glass, 77
78 What it saw was real but its sight untrue. 78
79 All the ideas in its vast repertory 79
80 Were like the mutterings of a transient cloud 80
81 That spent itself in sound and left no trace. 81
82 A frail house hanging in uncertain air, 82
83 The thin ingenious web round which it moves, 83
84 Put out awhile on the tree of the universe, 84
85 And gathered up into itself again, 85
86 Was only a trap to catch life's insect food, 86
87 Winged thoughts that flutter fragile in brief light 87
88 But dead, once captured in fixed forms of mind, 88
89 Aims puny but looming large in man's small scale, 89
90 Flickers of imagination's brilliant gauze 90
91 And cobweb-wrapped beliefs alive no more. 91
92 The magic hut of built-up certitudes 92
93 Made out of glittering dust and bright moonshine 93
94 In which it shrines its image of the Real, 94
95 Collapsed into the Nescience whence it rose. 95
96 Only a gleam was there of symbol facts 96
97 That shroud the mystery lurking in their glow, 97
98 And falsehoods based on hidden realities 98
99 By which they live until they fall from Time. 99
100 Our mind is a house haunted by the slain past, 100
101 Ideas soon mummified, ghosts of old truths, 101
102 God's spontaneities tied with formal strings 102
103 And packed into drawers of reason's trim bureau, 103
104 A grave of great lost opportunities, 104
105 Or an office for misuse of soul and life 105
106 And all the waste man makes of heaven's gifts 106
107 And all his squanderings of Nature's store, 107
108 A stage for the comedy of Ignorance. 108
109 The world seemed a long aeonic failure's scene: 109
110 All sterile grew, no base was left secure. 110
111 Assailed by the edge of the convicting beam 111
112 The builder Reason lost her confidence 112
113 In the successful sleight and turn of thought 113
114 That makes the soul the prisoner of a phrase. 114
115 Its highest wisdom was a brilliant guess, 115
116 Its mighty structured science of the worlds 116
117 A passing light on being's surfaces. 117
118 There was nothing there but a schema drawn by sense, 118
119 A substitute for eternal mysteries, 119
120 A scrawl figure of reality, a plan 120
121 And elevation by the architect Word 121
122 Imposed upon the semblances of Time. 122
123 Existence' self was shadowed by a doubt; 123
124 Almost it seemed a lotus-leaf afloat 124
125 On a nude pool of cosmic Nothingness. 125
126 This great spectator and creator Mind 126
127 Was only some half-seeing's delegate, 127
128 A veil that hung between the soul and Light, 128
129 An idol, not the living body of God. 129
130 Even the still spirit that looks upon its works 130
131 Was some pale front of the Unknowable; 131
132 A shadow seemed the wide and witness Self, 132
133 Its liberation and immobile calm 133
134 A void recoil of being from Time-made things, 134
135 Not the self-vision of Eternity. 135
136 Deep peace was there, but not the nameless Force: 136
137 Our sweet and mighty Mother was not there 137
138 Who gathers to her bosom her children's lives, 138
139 Her clasp that takes the world into her arms 139
140 In the fathomless rapture of the Infinite, 140
141 The Bliss that is creation's splendid grain 141
142 Or the white passion of God-ecstasy 142
143 That laughs in the blaze of the boundless heart of Love. 143
144 A greater Spirit than the Self of Mind 144
145 Must answer to the questioning of his soul. 145
146 For here was no firm clue and no sure road; 146
147 High-climbing pathways ceased in the unknown; 147
148 An artist Sight constructed the Beyond 148
149 In contrary patterns and conflicting hues; 149
150 A part-experience fragmented the Whole. 150
151 He looked above, but all was blank and still: 151
152 A sapphire firmament of abstract Thought 152
153 Escaped into a formless Vacancy. 153
154 He looked below, but all was dark and mute. 154
155 A noise was heard, between, of thought and prayer, 155
156 A strife, a labour without end or pause; 156
157 A vain and ignorant seeking raised its voice. 157
158 A rumour and a movement and a call, 158
159 A foaming mass, a cry innumerable 159
160 Rolled ever upon the ocean surge of Life 160
161 Along the coasts of mortal Ignorance. 161
162 On its unstable and enormous breast 162
163 Beings and forces, forms, ideas like waves 163
164 Jostled for figure and supremacy, 164
165 And rose and sank and rose again in Time; 165
166 And at the bottom of the sleepless stir, 166
167 A Nothingness parent of the struggling worlds, 167
168 A huge creator Death, a mystic Void, 168
169 For ever sustaining the irrational cry, 169
170 For ever excluding the supernal Word, 170
171 Motionless, refusing question and response, 171
172 Reposed beneath the voices and the march 172
173 The dim Inconscient's dumb incertitude. 173
174 Two firmaments of darkness and of light 174
175 Opposed their limits to the spirit's walk; 175
176 It moved veiled in from Self's infinity 176
177 In a world of beings and momentary events 177
178 Where all must die to live and live to die. 178
179 Immortal by renewed mortality, 179
180 It wandered in the spiral of its acts 180
181 Or ran around the cycles of its thought, 181
182 Yet was no more than its original self 182
183 And knew no more than when it first began. 183
184 To be was a prison, extinction the escape. 184
185 A covert answer to his seeking came. 185