Savitri

Thought lay down in a mighty voicelessness;

The toiling thinker widened and grew still,

Wisdom transcendent touched his quivering heart:

His soul could sail beyond thought’s luminous bar;

Mind screened no more the shoreless Infinite.

Across a void retreating sky he glimpsed

Through a last glimmer and drift of vanishing stars

The superconscient realms of motionless peace

Where judgment ceases and the word is mute

And the Unconceived lies pathless and alone.

There came not form or any mounting voice;

There only were Silence and the Absolute.

(Savitri, Book 1 Canto 3)

As yet a mask is there and not a brow,

Although sometimes two hidden eyes appear:

Reason cannot tear off that glimmering mask,

Her efforts only make it glimmer more;

In packets she ties up the Indivisible ;

Finding her hands too small to hold vast Truth

She brakes up knowledge into alien parts

Or peers through cloud-rack for a vanished sun:

She sees, not understanding what she has seen;

Through the locked visages of finite things

The myriad aspects of infinity.

(Savitri, Book 2 Canto 10)