My mortal body is the Eternal’s house

Savitri - Book 10 Canto 4 Section 2 The world is a spiritual paradox Invented by a need in the Unseen, A poor translation to the creature’s sense Of That which for ever exceeds idea and speech, A symbol of what can never be symbolised, A language mispronounced, misspelt, yet true. Its powers have come from the eternal heights And plunged into the inconscient dim Abyss And risen from it to do their marvellous work. The soul is a figure of the Unmanifest, The mind labours to think the Unthinkable, The life to call the Immortal into birth, The body to enshrine the Illimitable. The world is not cut off from Truth and God. In vain thou hast dug the dark unbridgeable gulf, In vain thou hast built the blind and doorless wall: Man’s soul crosses through thee to Paradise, Heaven’s sun forces its way through death and night; Its light is seen upon our being’s verge. My mind is a torch lit from the eternal sun, My life a breath drawn by the immortal Guest, My mortal body is the Eternal’s house.