New Birth

From a secret womb I have emerged,
A ray of bright infinitude,
Bare of all bondage, of all accretion purged,
A body of beauty, nascent and nude.

Plunged in the mysterious darkness of men
I met the blockade of a stony, gateless wall;
A diamond light beyond mortal ken
Opened my passage into the dim nether hall.

There in the dark eddies of thronging, thoughtless doom,
Twin foreboding serpent-coils sought me in embrace;
With them I rose in the subconscient’s lotus-bloom
Under a blue-gold drizzle on my uplifted face.

A lucent channel-ray from sun to higher sun,
Dancing on jewel-hoods, my new-being is begun.

1992

4 thoughts on “New Birth

  1. From Savitri Book Seven Canto Five:

    A mighty movement rocked the inner space
    As if a world were shaken and found its soul
    Out of the Inconscient’s soulless mindless Night
    A flaming serpent rose released from sleep
    It rose billowing its coils and stood erect
    And climbing mightily stormily on its way
    It touched her centres with its flaming mouth
    As if a fiery kiss had broken their sleep
    They bloomed and laughed surcharged with light and bliss
    Then at the crown it joined the Eternal’s space
    In the flower of the head, in the flower of Matter’s base
    In each divine stronghold and Nature-knot
    It held together the mystic stream which joins
    The viewless summits with the unseen depths
    The string of forts that make the frail defence
    Safeguarding us against the enormous world

    Breaking the black Inconscient’s blind mute wall
    Effacing the circles of the Ignorance
    Powers and divinities burst flaming forth
    Each part of the being trembling with delight
    Lay overwhelmed with tides of happiness
    And saw her hand in every circumstance
    And felt her touch in every limb and cell
    In the country of the lotus of the head
    Which thinking mind has made its busy space
    In the castle of the lotus twixt the brows
    Whence it shoots the arrows of its sight and will
    In the passage of the lotus of the throat
    Where speech must rise and the expressing mind
    And the heart’s impulse run towards word and fact
    A glad uplift and a new working came …
    In the kingdom of the lotus of the heart
    Love chanting its pure hymeneal hymn
    Made life and body mirrors of sacred joy
    And all the emotions gave themselves to God
    In the navel lotus’s broad imperial range
    Its proud ambitions and its master lusts
    Were tamed into instruments of a great calm sway
    To do a work of God on earthly soil
    In the narrow nether centres’ petty parts
    Its childish game of daily dwarf desires
    Was changed into a sweet and boisterous play
    A romp of little gods with life in Time
    In the deep place where once the Serpent slept
    There came a grip on Matter’s giant powers
    For large utilities in life’s little space
    A firm ground was made for Heaven’s descending might

    … once the hidden doors are flung apart
    Then the veiled king steps out in Nature’s front
    A Light comes down into the Ignorance
    Its heavy painful knot loosens its grasp
    The mind becomes a mastered instrument
    And life a hue and figure of the soul

    An inner law of beauty shapes our lives
    Our words become the natural speech of Truth
    Each thought is a ripple on a sea of Light

    Our life is entrenched between two rivers of Light
    We have turned space into a gulf of peace
    And made the body a capitol of bliss

  2. Slightly touching this old poem to make it pentametric throughout:

    From a deep, secret womb I have emerged,
    A ray of joy and bright infinitude,
    Bare of all bondage, of all accretion purged,
    A body of beauty, nascent and nude.

    Plunged in the mysterious darkness of men
    I met the blockade of a stony, gateless wall;
    A diamond light beyond the mortal ken
    Opened my way to the dim nether hall.

    There in dark eddies of thronging, thoughtless doom,
    Twin foreboding serpent-coils sought me in embrace;
    Rapidly I rose from the subconscient’s lotus-bloom
    Under a blue-gold drizzle on my uplifted face.

    A lucent channel from sun to higher sun,
    Dancing on jewel-hoods my new-being is begun.

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