Savitri Book 2 Canto 13 - In the Self of Mind
He stood on a wide arc of summit Space Alone with an enormous Self of Mind Which held all life in a corner of its vasts. ||74.4||
There he could stay, the Self, the Silence won: His soul had peace, it knew the cosmic Whole. ||74.13|| Then suddenly a luminous finger fell On all things seen or touched or heard or felt And showed his mind that nothing could be known; That must be reached from which all knowledge comes. ||74.14|| The sceptic Ray disrupted all that seems And smote at the very roots of thought and sense. ||74.15||
A rumour and a movement and a call, A foaming mass, a cry innumerable Rolled ever upon the ocean surge of Life ||74.38|| A huge creator Death, a mystic Void, For ever sustaining the irrational cry, For ever excluding the supernal Word, Motionless, refusing question and response, Reposed beneath the voices and the march The dim Inconscient’s dumb incertitude. ||74.39||
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