Mind keeps the soul prisoner, we are slaves to our acts;
We cannot free our gaze to reach wisdom's sun.
For not by Reason was creation made
And not by Reason can the Truth be seen
An errant ray from the immortal Mind
Accepted the earth's blindness and became
Our human thought, servant of Ignorance.
This mind no silence knows nor dreamless sleep,
In the incessant circling of its steps
Thoughts tread for ever through the listening brain;
It toils like a machine and cannot stop.
Our sight and sense are a fallible gaze and touch
And only the spirit’s vision is wholly true.
If Mind is all, renounce the hope of bliss;
If Mind is all, renounce the hope of Truth.
For Mind can never touch the body of Truth
And Mind can never see the soul of God;
Mind is a tissue woven of light and shade
Where right and wrong have sewn their mingled parts;
Or Mind is Nature's marriage of convenance
Between truth and falsehood, between joy and pain:
This struggling pair no court can separate.
Each thought is a gold coin with bright alloy
And error and truth are its obverse and reverse:
This is the imperial mintage of the brain
And of this kind is all its currency.
There are greater destinies mind cannot surmise
Fixed on the summit of the evolving Path
The Traveller now treads in the Ignorance,
Unaware of his next step, not knowing his goal.
There is a consciousness mind cannot touch,
Its speech cannot utter nor its thought reveal.
Once seen, his heart acknowledged only her.
But now his being was too wide for self;
His heart's demand had grown immeasurable:
His single freedom could not satisfy,
Her light, her bliss he asked for earth and men.
But vain are human power and human love
To break earth's seal of ignorance and death;
His nature's might seemed now an infant's grasp;
Heaven is too high for outstretched hands to seize.
This Light comes not by struggle or by thought;
In the mind's silence the Transcendent acts
And the hushed heart hears the unuttered Word.
A vast surrender was his only strength.
A Power that lives upon the heights must act,
Bring into life's closed room the Immortal's air
And fill the finite with the Infinite.
All that denies must be torn out and slain
And crushed the many longings for whose sake
We lose the One for whom our lives were made.
Now other claims had hushed in him their cry:
Only he longed to draw her presence and power
Into his heart and mind and breathing frame;
Only he yearned to call for ever down
Her healing touch of love and truth and joy
Into the darkness of the suffering world.
His soul was freed and given to her alone.
Name of the Book and the Canto
Title of the Talk/Link
Y16 M09 D07
(Bk07) The Book of Yoga - (Cn02) The Parable of the Search for the Soul
The talk begins with 'Invocation' and 'Introduction' which run for 0-26 mins. Lines from 'Savitri' begin thereafter. The talk primarily dwells upon a) The Present State of Man b) The Future of Man and Earth c) Pain – Its origin and necessity.
This talk takes up some of the most Fundamental Issues before the Mankind, i.e. (i) The God and this World, (ii) The Purpose of this World, (iii) The Gods or the Powers of the God that run this World (iv) The Man (v) The Purpose of Human Life (vi) Th