My daily dose of Savitri:
Thus could he step into that magic place
Which few can even glimpse with hurried glance
Lifted for a moment from mind's laboured works
And the poverty of Nature's earthly sight.
All that the Gods have learned is there self-known.
There in a hidden chamber closed and mute
Are kept the record graphs of the cosmic scribe,
And there the tables of the sacred Law,
There is the Book of Being's index page;
-- Aurobindo Ghose
The Book of Being's index page . . . that was the stunner. I have been reading Aurobindo's marvelous book, The Future Poetry, in which he describes the different levels of poetic inspiration. I have to think that line is from the topmost level. It's the combination of the majestic Book of Being with index page that catches my breath.
Have you had your Savitri today?