Human, trapped in a shadow-self
Blinded with a pseudo image
Blinkered by the mimic duplicate.
The shadow-self - powerful as it says
Till ripped by the ruler of the heritage
The unequal but The Original in sense
If called out and granted the leaniage
The hollow castle breaks its surface
The emptiness shows the real face.
The self poor meets with the concrete Self
No more shadow or a mere cocoon shelled
Splendid! Magnificent!
A living inhibitor! The Supreme Self!
That's how Lord made miracles made...
Thank you...
April 2019
A spirit that perished not with the body and breath
Was there like a shadow of the Unmanifest
And stood behind the little personal form
But claimed not yet this earthly embodiment.
Assenting to Nature's long slow-moving toil,
Watching the works of his own Ignorance,
Unknown, unfelt the mighty Witness lives
And nothing shows the Glory that is here.
Was there like a shadow of the Unmanifest
And stood behind the little personal form
But claimed not yet this earthly embodiment.
Assenting to Nature's long slow-moving toil,
Watching the works of his own Ignorance,
Unknown, unfelt the mighty Witness lives
And nothing shows the Glory that is here.
*Savitri
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
CANTO V: The Godheads of the Little Life 159
Our conscious movements have sealed origins
But with those shadowy seats no converse hold;
No understanding binds our comrade parts;
Our acts emerge from a crypt our minds ignore.
Our deepest depths are ignorant of themselves;
Even our body is a mystery shop;
As our earth's roots lurk screened below our earth,
So lie unseen our roots of mind and life.
But with those shadowy seats no converse hold;
No understanding binds our comrade parts;
Our acts emerge from a crypt our minds ignore.
Our deepest depths are ignorant of themselves;
Even our body is a mystery shop;
As our earth's roots lurk screened below our earth,
So lie unseen our roots of mind and life.
*Savitri
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
CANTO V: The Godheads of the Little Life 161
This little being of Time, this shadow soul,
This living dwarf-figurehead of darkened spirit
Out of its traffic in petty dreams shall rise.
Its shape of person and its ego-face
Divested of this mortal travesty,
Like a clay troll kneaded into a god
New-made in the image of the eternal Guest,
It shall be caught to the breast of a white Force
And, flaming with the paradisal touch
In a rose-fire of sweet spiritual grace,
In the red passion of its infinite change,
Quiver, awake, and shudder with ecstasy.
This living dwarf-figurehead of darkened spirit
Out of its traffic in petty dreams shall rise.
Its shape of person and its ego-face
Divested of this mortal travesty,
Like a clay troll kneaded into a god
New-made in the image of the eternal Guest,
It shall be caught to the breast of a white Force
And, flaming with the paradisal touch
In a rose-fire of sweet spiritual grace,
In the red passion of its infinite change,
Quiver, awake, and shudder with ecstasy.
*Savitri
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
CANTO V: The Godheads of the Little Life 171
A twilight sage whose shadow seems to him self,
Moving from minute to brief minute lives;
A king dependent on his satellites
Signs the decrees of ignorant ministers,
A judge in half-possession of his proofs,
A voice clamant of uncertainty's postulates,
An architect of knowledge, not its source.
Moving from minute to brief minute lives;
A king dependent on his satellites
Signs the decrees of ignorant ministers,
A judge in half-possession of his proofs,
A voice clamant of uncertainty's postulates,
An architect of knowledge, not its source.
*Savitri
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
CANTO X: Kingdoms and Godheads of the Little Mind 240
For your heart to remain happy keep it always filled with gratefulness. Gratefulness is the surest way to the Divine. TM
Flower Name: Ravenia spectabilis
Significance: Happy HeartSmiling, peaceful, radiant, without a shadow.
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