From His epic Savitri:


As one who sets his sail towards mysteried shores

Driven through huge oceans by the breath of God,

The fathomless below, the unknown around,

His soul abandoned the blind star-field, Space.

Afar from all that makes the measured world,

Plunging to hidden eternities it withdrew


Back from mind’s foaming surface to the Vasts

Voiceless within us in omniscient sleep.

Above the imperfect reach of word and thought,

Beyond the sight that seeks support of form,

Lost in deep tracts of superconscient Light,


This is the sailor on the flow of Time,

This is World-Matter’s slow discoverer,

Who, launched into this small corporeal birth,

Has learned his craft in tiny bays of self,

But dares at last unplumbed infinitudes,

A voyager upon eternity’s seas.


A greater world Time’s traveller must explore.

At last he hears a chanting on the heights

And the far speaks and the unknown grows near:

He crosses the boundaries of the unseen


And passes over the edge of mortal sight

To a new vision of himself and things.


Beyond the sight that seeks support of form,

Lost in deep tracts of superconscient Light,

Or voyaging in blank featureless Nothingness,


Sole in the trackless Incommensurable,

Or past not-self and self and selflessness,

Transgressing the dream-shores of conscious mind

He reached at last his sempiternal base.


He sails through life and death and other life,

He travels on through waking and through sleep.

A power is on him from her occult force

That ties him to his own creation’s fate,

And never can the mighty Traveller rest


And never can the mystic voyage cease

Till the nescient dusk is lifted from man’s soul

And the morns of God have overtaken his night.


There is no end to the world’s stupendous march,

There is no rest for the embodied soul.

It must live on, describe all Time’s huge curve.

An Influx presses from the closed Beyond


Forbidding to him rest and earthly ease,

Till he has found himself he cannot pause.


From His poem The Pilgrim of the Night


I made an assignation with the Night;

In the abyss was fixed our rendezvous:

In my breast carrying God’s deathless light

I came her dark and dangerous heart to woo.

I left the glory of the illumined Mind

And the calm rapture of the divinised soul

And travelled through a vastness dim and blind

To the grey shore where her ignorant waters roll.

I walk by the chill wave through the dull slime

And still that weary journeying knows no end;

Lost is the lustrous godhead beyond Time,

There comes no voice of the celestial Friend.


And yet I know my footprints’ track shall be

A pathway towards Immortality.

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