The Mother Reads Savitri (video clips)

Iridescent with the glory of the Unseen, A message from the unknown immortal Light Ablaze upon creation's quivering edge, Dawn built her aura of magnificent hues And buried its seed of grandeur in the hours.

A heart of silence in the hands of joy Inhabited with rich creative beats A body like a parable of dawn That seemed a niche for veiled divinity Or golden temple door to things beyond.

A Seer was born, a shining Guest of Time.

Our souls can visit in great lonely hours Still regions of imperishable Light, All-seeing eagle-peaks of silent Power And moon-flame oceans of swift fathomless Bliss And calm immensities of spirit space.

... He found the occult cave, the mystic door Near to the well of vision in the soul, And entered where the Wings of Glory brood In the sunlit space where all is for ever known.

Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme. The great World-Mother by her sacrifice Has made her soul the body of our state;

A heaven of creative truths above, A cosmos of harmonious dreams between, A chaos of dissolving forms below, It plunges lost in our inconscient base. Out of its fall our denser Matter came.

Calm heavens of imperishable Light, Illumined continents of violet peace, Oceans and rivers of the mirth of God And griefless countries under purple suns.

A little light in a great darkness born, Life knew not where it went nor whence it came. Around all floated still the nescient haze.

Then man was moulded from the original brute. A thinking mind had come to lift life's moods, A keen-edged tool of a Nature mixed and vague, An intelligence half-witness, half-machine.

"In all who have risen to a greater Life A voice of unborn things whispers to the ear, To their eyes visited by some high sunlight Aspiration shows the image of a crown..."

Only were safe who kept God in their hearts: Courage their armour, faith their sword, they must walk, The hand ready to smite, the eye to scout, Casting a javelin regard in front, Heroes and soldiers of the army of Light.

"A giant drop of the Bliss unknowable Overwhelmed his limbs and round his soul became A fiery ocean of felicity: ... The rapture that the gods sustain he bore."

"He came into a realm of early Light And the regency of a half-risen sun. Out of its rays our mind’s full orb was born."

In gleaming clarities of amethyst air The chainless and omnipotent Spirit of Mind Brooded on the blue lotus of the Idea. [p. 264]

A glorious shining Angel of the Way Presented to the seeking of the soul The sweetness and the might of an idea

He stood on a wide arc of summit Space Alone with an enormous Self of Mind Which held all life in a corner of its vasts.

To the source of all things human and divine. There he beheld in their mighty union’s poise The figure of the deathless Two-in-One