The Cosmic Consciousness

She was the single self of all these selves, She was in them and they were all in her. This first was an immense identity In which her own identity was lost: What seemed herself was an image of the Whole. She was a subconscient life of tree and flower, The outbreak of the honied buds of spring; She burned in the passion and splendour of the rose, She was the red heart of the passion-flower, The dream-white of the lotus in its pool. Out of subconscient life she climbed to mind, She was thought and the passion of the world's heart, She was the godhead hid in the heart of man, She was the climbing of his soul to God. The cosmos flowered in her, she was its bed. She was Time and the dreams of God in Time; She was Space and the wideness of his days. From this she rose where Time and Space were not; The superconscient was her native air, Infinity was her movement's natural space; Eternity looked out from her on Time. SAVITRI p.557 End of Canto VII - Book VII