My previous write-up, on Sri Aurobindo’s poem ‘Invitation’, has prompted one of my readers to at once comment on it, and approvingly so… which was a happy surprise for me, from his part. This morning, he further wrote that our exchange after his comment revealed an old misunderstanding between us that neither of us suspected to exist. So now the misunderstanding stands corrected, and it is with this still happier surprise and a renewed self-confidence that I will go on with my next article, started yesterday evening.
I couldn’t complete it because of technical difficulties dealing with the new system of ‘Blocks’ now generalised, to my despair, on WordPress. Only late in the night did I discover, o joy, how to still operate in my beloved usual and so simple old way: it is now still available as the specific Block called ‘Classic’!… But as all the first part of my article had been written without that knowledge, and so, in a totally incoherent technical way block-wise, the entire thing had become utterly puzzling for the automated system: it couldn’t even save my article, let alone give me the preview of it that is a must before one can dare to finally post a new article. Yesterday night I had to stop, for I had reached a dead end, and it was late.
So this morning I have decided to start afresh, this time operating with the ‘Classic’ Block from line one…
This new post is again on a poem by Sri Aurobindo:
The Godhead
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I sat behind the dance of Danger’s hooves
In the shouting street that seemed a futurist’s whim,
And suddenly felt, exceeding Nature’s grooves,
In me, enveloping me the body of Him
Above my head a mighty head was seen,
A face with the calm of immortality,
And an omnipotent gaze that held the scene
In the vast circle of its sovereignty.
His hair was mingled with the sun and breeze:
The world was in His heart, and He was I.
I was housing the Everlasting’s peace,
The strength of One whose substance cannot die.
The moment passed and all was as before;
Only that deathless memory I bore.
Yes, another powerful poem by Sri Aurobindo. One, of course, again chockfull of meaning.
This one relates an incident that occurred much earlier than his imprisonment in 1908-9 and ‘Invitation’: ‘The Godhead’ incident happened in 1893, during the very first year after his return to his country, India…
As a young adult, raised since early childhood, as per his father’s will then, entirely in England and without any contact with his motherland’s culture, but later informed over the years by the letters of his disillusioned father about the terrible situation in India, Aurobindo Ghose had made the secret vow to help liberate his country from the British Rule. In spite of coming out of Cambridge as a celebrated brilliant scholar, and of having had all the excellent marks that would have earned him an admired and well paid career within the British Administration in India, he had chosen to come back instead quite discretely, but as a free person: as the simple secretary of the Maharajah, or Gaekwar, of Baroda.
The city of Baroda was small, but already the scene of dangerous traffic in the streets, with all the horse-carriages competing for the space with other vehicles of all kinds, plus the population crossing haphazardly from all directions.
Hence the description – in just two concise lines – by Sri Aurobindo, of the near accident that came up, threatening his own horse-carriage and his own life.
But all the rest of the poem is dedicated to what happened next, which is what the poem is truly all about.
I will not try to paraphrase awkwardly – and so, ruin – the extreme intensity and beauty with which Sri Aurobindo manages to evoke the incredible sudden apparition of the Being who intervened then, and simply stopped the accident from happening. The poem is actually as short as this miraculous intervention must have been, but just as effective too: it leaves us readers feeling as if having been hit by silent lightning.
This is the way I felt indeed, when I read it first, and although that was in the early years of my life in Auroville, the memory of it has kept shining in me almost as strongly as it did for Sri Aurobindo himself, who wrote the poem only on 13 September 1939, long after the incident happened, and gave it its illuminating title: ‘The Godhead’.
This title I almost decided to reveal now only, at this point in my article, so that it would come to my readers when they would have only read what happened, and how, which would have left them totally mystified just as young Aurobindo must have been at the time…
For he was then quite ignorant of all things spiritual, let alone of any Godhead residing invisibly within or around us, who could do such things as suddenly emerging for such a downright miracle as he himself witnessed, and yet coming out of himself, some divine Being who nevertheless was himself as well…!
Still a rather ignorant spiritual seeker as I was too, reading those words the first time, this astonishing Identity between the young man and the divine Being appearing out of him was the most stunning revelation of all those contained in this poem: when reading its title, ‘The Godhead’, my Christian upbringing had made me expect an intervention from some winged Being other than the human one. But it was not so!…
Most important of all for me, the poem, with the magnificent description of the Being and of His sovereign Power, gave me a feeling of total, wonderful Safety, under the total Protection of some all powerful part of the Divine included somehow in me, caring for me and keeping a permanent watch over me for my sake. Something even better than the Guardian Angel of the Christians!…
No wonder that this poem is the one that my body – later on also in all of its cells – has loved to repeat over and over again through the passing years, reassuring itself in this way that it is being protected, and quite efficiently so, because for some reason it does matter to the Divine that it continues existing.
Quite the contrary feeling, obviously, than the one my body got from the poem ‘Invitation’ presented in my previous post.
This is why today this other poem is being presented too, as a continued illustration of how the point of view and reaction of my body has had an influence on me since very long, even before this point of view and reaction became perceptible to me at the still deeper, cellular level, in 1976. Documenting all this may be relevant at some point to some scientific study of such new phenomena in our bodies, so I just keep doing it….
What this cellular point of view and reaction have by now become, after all these years (starting in 1978 already), when those cells began turning, out of their own free will, towards the Divine, the further development of their consciousness – in relation again actually to this very same poem ‘The Godhead’ – this will be the topic of some future post, when the time seems ripe for that. Perhaps soon.