B10C3 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 10 Canto 3

Death walked in front of her and Satyavan,
In the dark front of death, a failing star.
Above was the unseen balance of his fate.

B10C1 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 10 Canto 1

Night is not our beginning nor our end;
She is the dark Mother in whose womb we have hid
Safe from too swift a waking to world-pain.

B9C1 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 9 Canto 1

Still like a statue on its pedestal,
Lone in the silence and to vastness bared,
Against midnight’s dumb abysses piled in front
A columned shaft of fire and light she rose.

B08C3 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 8 Canto 3

He cried out in a clinging last despair,
“Savitri, Savitri, O Savitri,
Lean down, my soul, and kiss me while I die.”

B7C7 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 7

All Nature reproduced her in its lines,
Its movements were large copies of her own.
She was the single self of all these selves,
She was in them and they were all in her.

B7C6 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 6

Unutterably effaced, no one and null,
A vanishing vestige like a violet trace,
A faint record merely of a self now past,
She was a point in the unknowable.

B7C5 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 5

She puts forth a small portion of herself,
A being no bigger than the thumb of man
Into a hidden region of the heart
To face the pang and to forget the bliss,
To share the suffering and endure earth’s wounds

B7C4 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 4

One day I will return, a bringer of light,
Then I will give to thee the mirror of Gods
Thou shalt see self and world as by him they are seen
Reflected in the bright pool of thy soul.

B7C3 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 3

Then Savitri following the great winding road
Came where it dwindled into a narrow path
Trod only by rare wounded pilgrim-feet.
A few bright forms emerged from unknown depths
And looked at her with calm immortal eyes.

B7C2 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 2

“Find out thy soul, recover thy hid self […]
In the enormous emptiness of thy mind
Thou shalt see the Eternal’s body in the world,
Know him in every voice heard by thy soul […]
Then shalt thou harbour my force and conquer Death.”

B7C1 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 7 Canto 1

“A worshipped empress all once vied to serve,
She made herself the diligent serf of all,
Nor spared the labour of broom and jar and well,
Or close gentle tending or to heap the fire
Of altar and kitchen, no slight task allowed
To others that her woman’s strength might do.”

B6C2 AM

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 6 Canto 2

“A day may come when she must stand unhelped
On a dangerous brink of the world’s doom and hers.
Carrying the world’s future on her lonely breast,
Carrying the human hope in a heart left sole …”