The Winds of Wonder

As the words go deep and deep

जसे जाती शब्द खोल खोल

जसे जाती शब्द खोल खोल

उमगे बोधनीयता त्यांची;

अर्थ ध्वनी येतिल दुरूनी,

सांगत गौप्य लयास्वरांचे;

न लागे वृंदवाद्य, नौबत,

येतील ते नादाकडूनच;

भरारी म्हणून तर पंख,

प्रकाशामुळे आलेत दिवे;

सौंदर्यची कारण रूपांचे,

निर्गुणतेत अनंतगुण;

झाली एकदा प्रबळ इच्छा,

उभारण्या सृष्टीचे वैभव;

आविष्कारात नव्हते कधी

अवतरले कालगतीत;

प्रवास म्हणून तर पाय,

क्षुधेमुळे आहे पाकशाला;

घड्याळाच्या टिकटिकेतून

मोठेपण सांगे कालातीत;

अमराची मरणाधीनता

निश्चितच दिव्य जीवनार्थ.

२६ ऑगस्ट २०२५

The following is a passage from Savitri in a way relevant to the Marathi poem:

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone

Has called out of the Silence his mute Force

Where she lay in the featureless and formless hush

Guarding from Time by her immobile sleep

The ineffable puissance of his solitude. ||15.7||

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone

Has entered with his silence into space:

He has fashioned these countless persons of one self;

He lives in all, who lived in his Vast alone;

Space is himself and Time is only he. ||15.8||

The Absolute, the Perfect, the Immune,

One who is in us as our secret self,

Our mask of imperfection has assumed,

He has made this tenement of flesh his own,

His image in the human measure cast

That to his divine measure we might rise;

Then in a figure of divinity

The Maker shall recast us and impose

A plan of godhead on the mortal’s mould

Lifting our finite minds to his infinite,

Touching the moment with eternity. ||15.9||

This transfiguration is earth’s due to heaven:

A mutual debt binds man to the Supreme:

His nature we must put on as he put ours;

We are sons of God and must be even as he:

His human portion, we must grow divine. ||15.10||

Our life is a paradox with God for key. ||15.11||

[Savitri Book One Canto Four]

The featured image is a painting by Huta and here is the sketch drawn by the Mother:

Savitri Book 1 Canto 4 – The Secret Knowledge

Then in a figure of divinity
The Maker shall recast us and impose
A plan of godhead on the mortal’s mould
Lifting our finite minds to his infinite,
Touching the moment with eternity. ||15.9||