The Mother Reads Savitri (video clips)

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