Sri Aurobindo: 'a living Oneness' & 'a universal vision that unites'

The following stanzas are from Sri Aurobindo's epic poem, Savitri, Book III, 'The Book of the Divine Mother: The House of Spirit and the New Creation':

... He felt the extinction of the world's long pain,

He became the unborn Self that never dies,

He joined the sessions of Infinity.

On the cosmic murmur primal loneliness fell,

Annuled was the contact formed with time-born things,

Empty grew Nature's wide community.

All things were brought back to their formless seed,

The world was silent for a cyclic hour.

Althought the afflicted Nature he had left

Maintained beneath him her broad and numberless fields,

Her enormous act, receding, failed remote

As if a soulless dream at last had ceased.

No voice came down from the high Silences,

None answered from her desolate solitudes.

A stillness of cessation reigned, the wide

Immortal hush before the gods are born;

A universal Force awaited, mute,

The veiled Transcendent's ultimate decree.

   Then suddenly there came a downward look.

As if a sea exploring its own depths,

A living Oneness widened at its core

And joined him to unnumbered multitudes.

A Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love

Caught all into a sole immense embrace;

Existence found its truth on Oneness' breast

And each became the self and space of all.

The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,

To feel was a flame-discovery of God,

All mind was a single harp of many strings,

All life a song of many meeting lives;

For worlds were many, but the Self was one.

This knowledge now was made a cosmos' seed:

This seed was cased in the safety of the Light,

It needed not a sheath of Ignorance.

Then from the trance of that tremendous clasp

And from the throbbings of that single Heart

And from the naked Spirit's victory

A new and marvellous creation rose.

Incalculable outflowing infinitudes

laughing out an unmeasured happiness

Lived their innumerable unity;

Worlds where the being is unbound and wide

Bodied unthinkably the egoless Self;

Rapture of beatific energies

Joined Time to the Timeless, poles of a single joy;

White vasts were seen where all is wrapped in all.

There were no contraries, no sundered parts,

All by spiritual links were joined to all

And bound indissolubly to the One:

Each was unique, but took all lives as his own,

And, following out these tones of the Infinite,

Recognised in himself the universe.

A splendid centre of Infinity's whirl

Pushed to its zenith's height, its last expanse,

Felt the divinity of its own self-bliss

Repeat in its numberless other selves:

It took up tirelessly into its scope

Persons and figures of the Impersonal,

As if prolonging in a ceaseless count,

In a rapturous multiplication's sum,

The recuring decimals of eternity.

None was apart, none lived for himself alone,

Each lived for God in him and God in all,

Each soleness inexpressibly held the whole.

There Oneness was not tied to monotone;

It showed a thousand aspects of itself,

Its calm immutable stability

Upbore on a changeless ground for ever safe,

Compelled to a spontaneous servitude,

The ever-changing incalculable steps,

The seeming-reckless dance's subtle plan

Of immense world-forces in their perfect play.

Appearance looked back to its hidden truth

And made of difference oneness' smiling play;

It made all persons fractions of the Unique,

Yet all were being's secret integers.

All struggle was turned to a sweet strife of love

In the harmonised circle of a sure embrace.

Identity's reconciling happiness gave

A rich security to difference.

On a meeting line of hazardous extremes

The game of games was played to its breaking point,

Where through self-finding by divine self-loss

There leaps out unity's supreme delight

Whose blissful undivided sweetness feels

A communality of the Absolute.

There was no sob of suffering anywhere;

Experience ran from point to point of joy:

Bliss was the pure and undying truth of things.

All Nature was a conscious front of God:

A wisdom worked in all, self-moved, self-sure,

A plentitude of illimitable Light,

An authenticity of intuitive Truth,

A glory and passion of creative Force.

Infallible, leaping from eternity,

The moment's thought inspired the passing act.

A work, a laughter, sprang from Silence' breast,

A rhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,

A knowledge in the fathomless heart of Time.

All turned to all without reserve's recoil:

A single ecstasy without a break,

Love was a close and thrilled identity

In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life.

A universal vision that unites,

A sympathy of nerve replying to nerve,

Hearing that listens to thought's inner sound

And follows the rhythmic meanings of the heart,

A touch that needs not hands to feel, to clasp,

Were there the native means of consciousness

And heightned the intimacy of soul with soul.

A grand orchestra of spiritual powers,

A diapason of soul-interchange

Harmonised a Oneness deep, immeasureable.

In these new worlds projected he became

A portion of the universal gaze,

A station of the all-inhabiting light,

A ripple on a single sea of peace.

His mind answered to countless communing minds,

His words were syllables of the cosmos' speech,

His life a field of the vast cosmic stir.

He felt the footsteps of a million wills

Moving in unison to a single goal.

A stream ever new-born that never dies,

Caught in its thousandfold current's ravishing flow,

With eddies of immortal sweetness thrilled,

He bore coiling through his members as they passed

Calm movements of interminable delight,

The bliss of a myriad myriads who are one.

   In this vast outbreak of perfection's law

Imposing its fixity on the flux of things

He saw a hierarch of lucent planes . . .