Kundalini Yoga, what is Kundalini Yoga? How is it awakened? How the processes and ways? Indian Tantrik, what does he say it about? Often, we club yoga with sadhna. What is yoga? May we know? What is it sadhna? How the roadway of meditation? How the journey of the Soul? The Spirit? How the Cosmic Self? The Cosmic Mystery? How to perceive it? How the Chakras? How to ascend through? If it is on the one hand an exercise in yoga and transcendental meditation while on the other hand a climb of the summits of silence. It is also a part of silence and solitude as Pope discusses in Ode on Solitude and Shaw while deliberating the Supermind.

The seven energy centres of the body, root chakra, sacral chakra, navel, or solar plexus, chakra, heart chakra, throat chakra, third eye chakra, crown chakra, Aurobindo often talks about in his poetry but overtly.

The opening chant, Pranayama or warmup, Kriya, relaxation, meditation and closing chant are the components to achieve it. But here one may find that Pranayama and Kriya hang it heavy upon the mind.

How to coat and uncoat the poem? How the layers of meaning, plasters? How the flakes falling from the ceiling, or the wall cured or uncured?

When we talk of Ascent, there follows the talk of Descent, a poem of ascension followed by descent, as one ascends so he descends, whatever be the thing, the draft or the re-draft of the poems when written or when revised, arranged or re-arranged while editing it with variations, alterations, inclusions and exclusions of words and phrases, the matter remains the same, the content remains the same, but the patterns vary it and sometimes variation and repetition give music and something new gets created from. Let us see how Aurobindo writes it Ascent with the poem, The Silence and drafted and re-drafted, visited and re-visited revising the same, but now the two a beauty in style, telling of the art of writing, the mood of reflection. What is it static? There is an interest in seeing how the poet edits and re-edits his own work, how he revises it himself and how the editors and proof-readers take to it. But here Aurobindo while revising it has recreated a new one, both of them thematically the same, but technically different as for from the arrangement of line and length, paraphrase and lining.

Here Aurobindo has transformed dhyana, sadhna and yogic stuffs into poetry. How to uncoil the coil? How the serpentine coil, recoil, the coil after the coil, the circle after the circle unto the last?

When the Mind ascends, turns into the Supermind, does it descend? is the question. The poem is a marvel of Kundalni awakening and metaphysical semblance.

The poet asks the Spirit, the Immortal Spirit to arise, arise and awake and ascend into the Silence away from the turning Wheel, breaking the magical Circle. There is nothing to fear, nowhere to look. Just keep you, keep ascending, as the sadhakas climb, climb the Himalayan mounts and for to sadhna into the caves snow-capped and solitary away from human haunt into the realms of natural phenomena. The Wheel turning and the magical Circle tell of the transformation to undertake and the covering to be discerned. The yogic transformation is as such so full of metamorphosis. The movement from one chakra to another has also the recourse of their own as the mystical feelings and experiences vary from stage to stage. When the ascension is almost complete, there is nothing as that to frighten it or to be overheard, however illusory and hallucinatory the sphere may be, as for to pass it from. There is nothing as that to hear of the Howl of Allen Ginsberg and Pope’s poetic asylum. Chant you Om, Om and hear you the music of it. This is the pleasure of meditation. To be one with the Silence is the main thing. Why to worry about the struggle and cry? Let the lunatics keep wailing, let the winds howling.

The mystery of creation is to feel the splendour of living, is to experience it mystically the miracle of the Supernatural. When in meditation while ascending the stairs, taking to the steps, it is natural that one gets delinked from his temporal existence to be absorbed in the Totality.

The trance of meditation he speaks it in his poem, the joy of it, how the state of the mind when it rises higher to be with the things of Supra-consciousness, the Supra-mental to feel it, which is what and what is how.

The silence of meditation one feels it when one ascends the stairs, takes to the steps. The bliss of meditation which it endows with is difficult to put in words.

When one reaches that state, Spirit will pass out of its embodiment, Soul will escape the clutch of Nature to be their own guide. Let knowledge be too high for thought. Let joy be too high for emotion. Turn to the Alone, turn to the Absolute and this is the goal of your life. There is no way out of. 

But may we ask Aurobindo, where to escape it from? How the pathway leading unto? Where to go finally? How are man’s ways? How the ways of God? 

How to solve the problems? How to solve, resolve the mysteries of life and the world?

A journey from the Beginning to the End, from the End to the Beginning? A quest for ever.

The Silence - 1

Into the Silence, into the Silence,
Arise, O Spirit immortal,
Away from the turning Wheel, breaking the magical Circle.
Ascend, single and deathless:
Care no more for the whispers and the shoutings in the darkness.
Pass from the sphere of the grey and the little,
Leaving the cry and the struggle,
Into the Silence for ever.

Vast and immobile, formless and marvellous,
Higher than Heaven, wider than the universe,
In a pure glory of being,
In a bright stillness of self-seeing,
Communing with a boundlessness voiceless and intimate,
Make thy knowledge too high for thought, thy joy too deep for emotion;
At rest in the unchanging Light, mute with the wordless self-vision,
Spirit, pass out of thyself; Soul, escape from the clutch of Nature.

All thou hast seen cast from thee, O Witness.
Turn to the Alone and the Absolute, turn to the Eternal:
Be only eternity, peace and silence,
O world-transcending nameless Oneness,
Spirit immortal.

How to scale the heights of meditation? How to ascend the stairs? How to climb the heights? 

The knowledge of the body, the knowledge of the soul, the knowledge of the mind, where will these lead to? God, Nature and I, how to hold the parleys with? Is Aurobindo the same hermit Wordsworth mentions it in Tintern Abbey? The curve and the mapping of the mind in meditation are but the recordings of sensational things, mystical experiences and metaphysical stuffs.

Finally, we are at peace, when we find the invocation leading to the Nameless One, the Spirit Immortal ordaining it all as the rest lies with Him.