Immerse yourself in Sri Aurobindo’s Savitri: The Enigma’s knot is tied in humankind #music #poetry

#music #poetry #mantras #yoga #meditation #spirituality #sriaurobindo #savitri Sri Aurobindo's epic poem “Savitri” set to music for inspiration, meditation, spiritual exploration "The time spent in its atmosphere is not wasted." — The Mother @suno_savitri Book 3 Canto 4 The Enigma’s knot is tied in humankind. Arrived from some half-luminous Beyond He is a stranger in the mindless vasts; A traveller in his oft-shifting home Amid the tread of many infinities, He has pitched a tent of life in desert Space. Against his spirit all is in dire league, A Titan influence stops his Godward gaze. Around him hungers the unpitying Void, The eternal Darkness seeks him with her hands, Inscrutable Energies drive him and deceive, Immense implacable deities oppose. An inert Soul and a somnambulist Force Have made a world estranged from life and thought; The Dragon of the dark foundations keeps Unalterable the law of Chance and Death; On his long way through Time and Circumstance The grey-hued riddling nether shadow-Sphinx, Her dreadful paws upon the swallowing sands, Awaits him armed with the soul-slaying word: Across his path sits the dim camp of Night. Assailed on earth and unassured of heaven, Descended here unhappy and sublime, A link between the demigod and the beast, He knows not his own greatness nor his aim; He has forgotten why he has come and whence. A riddle of opposites is made his field: Freedom he asks but needs to live in bonds, He has need of darkness to perceive some light And need of grief to feel a little bliss; He has need of death to find a greater life. All sides he sees and turns to every call; He has no certain light by which to walk; His life is a blind-man’s-buff, a hide-and-seek; He seeks himself and from himself he runs; Meeting himself, he thinks it other than he. Always he builds, but finds no constant ground, Always he journeys, but nowhere arrives; He would guide the world, himself he cannot guide; He would save his soul, his life he cannot save. The light his soul had brought his mind has lost; All he has learned is soon again in doubt; A sun to him seems the shadow of his thoughts, Then all is shadow again and nothing true: Unknowing what he does or whither he tends He fabricates signs of the Real in Ignorance. He has hitched his mortal error to Truth’s star. Wisdom attracts him with her luminous masks, But never has he seen the face behind: A giant Ignorance surrounds his lore.