Echo of the future’s trust
Where has the magic fled, abandoning speech,
Into what silence unknown to mind’s chatter?
But sprang up tranquil sounds and they brought chants
Heard only by the hearing ear of prized hope;
In unspotted valley that has every green of life
Ran murmuring streams that echoed future’s trust;
Carrying memory of the pink and purple joy
The witnessing solitude burst into soul’s sense.
11 February 2025
The featured image is a tapestry based on a painting by Huta.
Here is the painting by Huta:


The sketch is by the Mother.
The text is as follows:
Savitri Book 1 Canto 1 – The Symbol Dawn
It was the hour before the Gods awake. ||1.1||
Across the path of the divine Event
The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone
In her unlit temple of eternity,
Lay stretched immobile upon Silence’ marge. ||1.2||
Almost one felt, opaque, impenetrable,
In the sombre symbol of her eyeless muse
The abysm of the unbodied Infinite;
A fathomless zero occupied the world. ||1.3||

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