Behind all brooded Nature’s grandiose calm.
Primeval peace was there and in its bosom
Held undisturbed the strife of bird and beast.
Man, the deep-browed artificer, had not come
To lay his hand on happy inconscient things,
Thought was not there nor the measurer, strong-eyed toil,
Life had not learned its discord with its aim. (Savitri, Book 8.3)
Nature has an instinctive thirst for Light and is in a state of constant communion with the Divine. There is a deep peace and silence in Nature. The Mother said that when we are silent and receptive and sit down and commune with the trees then we can feel their deep aspiration and yearning for the light and this will help us to open ourselves to our psychic.
A spirit wandered happily in the wind,
A spirit brooded in the leaf and stone. (Savitri, Book 11.1)
Since Nature does not have a mental consciousness there is a “spontaneous and effortless offering” which makes them intensely psychic. The most wonderful thing in nature is the absence of mind and mental vibrations, with its constant need to judge and the obscurities, which we are enslaved to. This makes it silent and receptive to the Divine in an intense and natural way. This is why a walk in Nature is rejuvenating as we are in the midst of the pure vibrations, perfection, harmony and silence which emanate from trees and flowers and by being in close touch with them, we can be in a similar psychic state. Especially so since we live in a city or “concrete jungle”, being constantly surrounded by mental noise and concrete buildings. Being in the midst of Nature brings us back to our true psychic state of consciousness.
As comes a goddess to a mortal's breast
And fills his days with her celestial clasp,
She stooped to make her home in transient shapes;
In the unfeeling Vast woke thought and hope,
Smote with her charm and beauty flesh and nerve
And forced delight on earth's insensible frame
Alive and clad with trees and herbs and flowers
Earth's great brown body smiled towards the skies,
Azure replied to azure in the sea's laugh;
New sentient creatures filled the unseen depths,
Life's glory and swiftness ran in the beauty of the beasts,
Man dared and thought and met with his soul the world.
(Book Two, Canto Three)
- Sudha
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