Privileged are those who will enter into its courtyards, its majestic halls, climb up the impressive ramps

Re: 08: A Shrine for the God of Love by RY Deshpande

on Wed 04 Apr 2007 04:46 AM PDT Profile Permanent Link

"Life is but a dream whose shapes return," wrote T.S. Eliot in The Waste Land. Is there an escape from the dream, then? The Modernist can be critical, incisive; he has inner depth, with a powerful inner mind but without inner life and inner physical, a mind howsoever subtle or powerful but with no solution to offer. Extend it to the technology-produced possibilities and the picture is as much if not more bleak. Will the Phantom of Delight ever become the reality of our soul and our spirit?

Sri Aurobindo has opened out the prospects, but an enabling effort from our part is essential. Will we put that in? He has given the Theory of Future Poetry; he has also demonstrated it by conducting his classes in the Department of Poetry, in the ‘30s; he has himself worked out its fullest scope, in sonnets and in Savitri, for instance. If it is not practised any further, it is not his fault; nor would that situation discredit his propositions. The future poetry is the Poetry of the Creative Spirit and it can be written only if we grow spiritually. One will have to wait till that happens, but happen it must if there are post-human destinies.

The Perfect Shrine—Matrimandir—is for tomorrow and privileged are those who will enter into its courtyards, its majestic halls, climb up the impressive ramps, and exceptionally so who will sit in the sanctum sanctorum. There is awaiting the eternal Muse, the eternal Beatrice, the eternal Savitri. RYD