The great unsatisfied godhead here could dwell:
Vacant of the dwarf self’s imprisoned air,
Her mood could harbour his sublimer breath
Spiritual that can make all things divine.
For even her gulfs were secrecies of light.
At once she was the stillness and the word,
A continent of self-diffusing peace,
An ocean of untrembling virgin fire;
The strength, the silence of the gods were hers.
In her he found a vastness like his own,
His high warm subtle ether he refound
And moved in her as in his natural home.
In her he met his own eternity.
Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, Book I, Canto II, pages 15 – 16.
I have more and more the feeling that there is only one way…. (Mother laughs) It makes an amusing picture: sit upon the mind. Sit upon the mind: “Keep quiet.” That is the only way.
You sit upon the mind (Mother gives a little tap): “Keep quiet.”
(Silence)
In the subconscient there is the memory of bygone pralayas, so it is this memory that always gives the feeling that everything will be dissolved, everything will collapse.
But if one looks with the true light, it can only be one manifestation that will dissolve and there will be a more beautiful manifestation. Theon had told me that this was the seventh and the last. I told Sri Aurobindo what Theon had said and Sri Aurobindo agreed, because he said: This one will see the transformation towards the Supramental. But for that, for the Supramental, the mind must fall silent: and that gives me always the feeling (Mother laughs) that a child is sitting on the head of the mind and playing (gesture, of a child beating with his legs) on the head of the mind!… If I could still draw a picture, it would be truly amusing. The mind — this fat earthly mind (Mother puffs out her cheeks) which considers itself so important and indispensable, and then the child sitting on its head and playing! It is very amusing.
The Mother, Notes on the Way, CWM volume 11, page 311.