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02.01_-_The_World-Stair

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   2 Sri Aurobindo

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   2 Sri Aurobindo

1:As if from Matter's plinth and viewless base    To a top as viewless, a carved sea of worlds    Climbing with foam-maned waves to the Supreme    Ascended towards breadths immeasurable;    It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign:    A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown.    So it towered up to heights intangible    And disappeared in the hushed conscious Vast    As climbs a storeyed temple-tower to heaven    Built by the aspiring soul of man to live    Near to his dream of the Invisible.    Infinity calls to it as it dreams and climbs;    Its spire touches the apex of the world;    Mounting into great voiceless stillnesses    It marries the earth to screened eternities.    ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The World-Stair,

2:The recurring beat that moments God in Time. Only was missing the sole timeless Word That carries eternity in its lonely sound, The Idea self-luminous key to all ideas, The integer of the Spirit's perfect sum That equates the unequal All to the equal One, The single sign interpreting every sign, The absolute index to the Absolute. There walled apart by its own innerness In a mystical barrage of dynamic light He saw a lone immense high-curved world-pile Erect like a mountain-chariot of the Gods Motionless under an inscrutable sky. As if from Matter's plinth and viewless base To a top as viewless, a carved sea of worlds Climbing with foam-maned waves to the Supreme Ascended towards breadths immeasurable; It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign: A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown. So it towered up to heights intangible And disappeared in the hushed conscious Vast As climbs a storeyed temple-tower to heaven Built by the aspiring soul of man to live Near to his dream of the Invisible. Infinity calls to it as it dreams and climbs; Its spire touches the apex of the world; Mounting into great voiceless stillnesses It marries the earth to screened eternities. Amid the many systems of the One Made by an interpreting creative joy Alone it points us to our journey back Out of our long self-loss in Nature's deeps; Planted on earth it holds in it all realms: It is a brief compendium of the Vast. This was the single stair to being's goal. A summary of the stages of the spirit, Its copy of the cosmic hierarchies Refashioned in our secret air of self A subtle pattern of the universe. It is within, below, without, above. Acting upon this visible Nature's scheme It wakens our earth-matter's heavy doze To think and feel and to react to joy; It models in us our diviner parts, Lifts mortal mind into a greater air, Makes yearn this life of flesh to intangible aims, Links the body's death with immortality's call: Out of the swoon of the Inconscience It labours towards a superconscient Light. If earth were all and this were not in her, Thought could not be nor life-delight's response: Only material forms could then be her guests Driven by an inanimate world-force. Earth by this golden superfluity Bore thinking man and more than man shall bear; This higher scheme of being is our cause And holds the key to our ascending fate; It calls out of our dense mortality The conscious spirit nursed in Matter's house. The living symbol of these conscious planes, Its influences and godheads of the unseen, Its unthought logic of Reality's acts Arisen from the unspoken truth in things, Have fixed our inner life's slow-scaled degrees. Its steps are paces of the soul's return From the deep adventure of material birth, A ladder of delivering ascent And rungs that Nature climbs to deity. Once in the vigil of a deathless gaze These grades had marked her giant downward plunge, The wide and prone leap of a godhead's fall. Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme. The great World-Mother by her sacrifice Has made her soul the body of our state; Accepting sorrow and unconsciousness Divinity's lapse from its own splendours wove The many-patterned ground of all we are. An idol of self is our mortality. Our earth is a fragment and a residue; Her power is packed with the stuff of greater worlds And steeped in their colour-lustres dimmed by her drowse; An atavism of higher births is hers, Her sleep is stirred by their buried memories Recalling the lost spheres from which they fell. Unsatisfied forces in her bosom move; They are partners of her greater growing fate And her return to immortality; They consent to share her doom of birth and death; They kindle partial gleams of the All and drive Her blind laborious spirit to compose A meagre image of the mighty Whole. The calm and luminous Intimacy within ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The World-Stair,

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1:As if from Matter's plinth and viewless base    To a top as viewless, a carved sea of worlds    Climbing with foam-maned waves to the Supreme    Ascended towards breadths immeasurable;    It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign:    A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown.    So it towered up to heights intangible    And disappeared in the hushed conscious Vast    As climbs a storeyed temple-tower to heaven    Built by the aspiring soul of man to live    Near to his dream of the Invisible.    Infinity calls to it as it dreams and climbs;    Its spire touches the apex of the world;    Mounting into great voiceless stillnesses    It marries the earth to screened eternities.    ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The World-Stair, #index,

2:The recurring beat that moments God in Time. Only was missing the sole timeless Word That carries eternity in its lonely sound, The Idea self-luminous key to all ideas, The integer of the Spirit's perfect sum That equates the unequal All to the equal One, The single sign interpreting every sign, The absolute index to the Absolute. There walled apart by its own innerness In a mystical barrage of dynamic light He saw a lone immense high-curved world-pile Erect like a mountain-chariot of the Gods Motionless under an inscrutable sky. As if from Matter's plinth and viewless base To a top as viewless, a carved sea of worlds Climbing with foam-maned waves to the Supreme Ascended towards breadths immeasurable; It hoped to soar into the Ineffable's reign: A hundred levels raised it to the Unknown. So it towered up to heights intangible And disappeared in the hushed conscious Vast As climbs a storeyed temple-tower to heaven Built by the aspiring soul of man to live Near to his dream of the Invisible. Infinity calls to it as it dreams and climbs; Its spire touches the apex of the world; Mounting into great voiceless stillnesses It marries the earth to screened eternities. Amid the many systems of the One Made by an interpreting creative joy Alone it points us to our journey back Out of our long self-loss in Nature's deeps; Planted on earth it holds in it all realms: It is a brief compendium of the Vast. This was the single stair to being's goal. A summary of the stages of the spirit, Its copy of the cosmic hierarchies Refashioned in our secret air of self A subtle pattern of the universe. It is within, below, without, above. Acting upon this visible Nature's scheme It wakens our earth-matter's heavy doze To think and feel and to react to joy; It models in us our diviner parts, Lifts mortal mind into a greater air, Makes yearn this life of flesh to intangible aims, Links the body's death with immortality's call: Out of the swoon of the Inconscience It labours towards a superconscient Light. If earth were all and this were not in her, Thought could not be nor life-delight's response: Only material forms could then be her guests Driven by an inanimate world-force. Earth by this golden superfluity Bore thinking man and more than man shall bear; This higher scheme of being is our cause And holds the key to our ascending fate; It calls out of our dense mortality The conscious spirit nursed in Matter's house. The living symbol of these conscious planes, Its influences and godheads of the unseen, Its unthought logic of Reality's acts Arisen from the unspoken truth in things, Have fixed our inner life's slow-scaled degrees. Its steps are paces of the soul's return From the deep adventure of material birth, A ladder of delivering ascent And rungs that Nature climbs to deity. Once in the vigil of a deathless gaze These grades had marked her giant downward plunge, The wide and prone leap of a godhead's fall. Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme. The great World-Mother by her sacrifice Has made her soul the body of our state; Accepting sorrow and unconsciousness Divinity's lapse from its own splendours wove The many-patterned ground of all we are. An idol of self is our mortality. Our earth is a fragment and a residue; Her power is packed with the stuff of greater worlds And steeped in their colour-lustres dimmed by her drowse; An atavism of higher births is hers, Her sleep is stirred by their buried memories Recalling the lost spheres from which they fell. Unsatisfied forces in her bosom move; They are partners of her greater growing fate And her return to immortality; They consent to share her doom of birth and death; They kindle partial gleams of the All and drive Her blind laborious spirit to compose A meagre image of the mighty Whole. The calm and luminous Intimacy within ~ Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, The World-Stair,