Vermilion caste-mark of the day
Onward she passed seeking the soul’s mystic cave. ||125.1||
At first she stepped into a night of God. ||125.2||
The face of Dawn out of mooned twilight grew. ||125.17||
Day came, priest of a sacrifice of joy
Into the worshipping silence of her world;
He carried a mortal lustre as his robe,
Trailed heaven like a purple scarf and wore
As his vermilion caste-mark a red sun. ||125.18||
[Savitri Book 7 Canto 5 – The Finding of the Soul]
The featured image is by Huta:
Close to her soul Savitri has met in the Inner Countries the triple world-forces and is now advancing to the discovery of her soul, entering into the soul’s mystic cave. There is total non-knowledge of all that keeps on happening in the external world; she steps into the night of God. In that night appears and grows the face of Dawn out of mooned twilight. That is the arrival of the Day, the priest of sacrifice of joy. He is wearing a vermilion —sindoori—caste-mark on his forehead, the red sun itself. She remembers the imperishable lustre of that sky, her memory going back to the beginning of time itself. She is entering into a massive rock-hewn temple, crossing door after door, and suddenly meets her soul, a being who stands immortal in transience, it no bigger than the thumb of man, seated in the hidden region of his heart.
On+ward| she passed| see+king| the soul’s| mys+tic cave.|
At first| she stepped| in+to| a night| of God.|
A rose| of splen|+dour on| a tree| of dreams,|
The face| of Dawn| out of| mooned twi|+light grew.|
Day came,| priest of| a sac|+ri+fice| of joy|
In+to| the wor|+ship+ping si|+lence of| her world;|
He car+ried| a mor|+tal lus|+tre as| his robe,|
Trailed Heav|+en like| a pur|+ple scarf| and wore|
As his| ver+mil|+ion caste|-mark a| red sun.|
The Winds of Wonder 
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