The Winds of Wonder

She sat by sleeping Satyavan

Savitri Book 7 Canto 5 – The Finding of the Soul

Once more she was human upon earthly soil

In the muttering night amid the rain-swept woods

And the rude cottage where she sat in trance: ||127.1||

But now the half-opened lotus bud of her heart

Had bloomed and stood disclosed to the earthly ray;

In an image shone revealed her secret soul. ||127.2||

In its deep lotus home her being sat

As if on concentration’s marble seat,

Calling the mighty Mother of the worlds

To make this earthly tenement her house. ||127.4|| …

But now she sat by sleeping Satyavan

Awake within, and the enormous Night

Surrounded her with the Unknowable’s vast. ||132.1||

Featured Image: Painting by Huta, VII:5; #9