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At the Feet of The Mother

Yoga of the Earth (LS 05)

In this series with Narad we take up beautiful passages from Savitri on Love. 
Today we read the following lines:

“Along a path of aeons serpentine
In the coiled blackness of her nescient course
The Earth-Goddess toils across the sands of Time.

A Being is in her whom she hopes to know,
A Word speaks to her heart she cannot hear,
A Fate compels whose form she cannot see.

In her unconscious orbit through the Void
Out of her mindless depths she strives to rise,
A perilous life her gain, a struggling joy;
A Thought that can conceive but hardly knows
Arises slowly in her and creates
The idea, the speech that labels more than it lights;
A trembling gladness that is less than bliss
Invades from all this beauty that must die.

Alarmed by the sorrow dragging at her feet[p.50]
And conscious of the high things not yet won,
Ever she nurses in her sleepless breast
An inward urge that takes from her rest and peace.

Ignorant and weary and invincible,
She seeks through the soul’s war and quivering pain
The pure perfection her marred nature needs,
A breath of Godhead on her stone and mire.

A faith she craves that can survive defeat,
The sweetness of a love that knows not death,
The radiance of a truth for ever sure.”
[Savitri: 50-51]

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