Savitri and Poetry

June 30, 2002

I came to poetry late, preoccupied with self and the gross distractions of the world. There was no stillness in my soul. The rush to experience, the need to fulfill desire, the busy hum of mind, all kept me from transcribing the Word which only in silence may be heard.

The inner hearing, imperfect though it may be, slowly dawns with a deeper aspiration for quietude and opening to those planes of consciousness above where may be found the harmony of higher spheres which we on earth translate into poetry.

I am far from my goal, my aspiration and the charge the Mother gave me, to be a clear channel and bring down a new music from the highest planes above words. Restlessness is still the close companion of my days and grief now also abides within and surrender to the divine is only in the earliest stages. Yet there are moments when the instrument is somewhat receptive and the divine afflatus is able to transmit something of the beauty that is and is to be.

Far from me is the empty mind attuned to the mantra, the inevitable word. Yet Sri Aurobindo remains close, guiding the fledgling spirit’s attempt, inspiring passages, preparing midst the shocks of death and pain and sorrow the possibility of a clearer voice to express that which still lies unexpressed.

Savitri is the lever and the key to the future poetry.