The Winds of Wonder

4 responses to “The Divine Yajña Celebrating the Death of Satyavan”

1. 

   Zech Joya

   January 25, 2026

   THE DEFEAT OF DEATH
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   “She spoke; Death unconvinced resisted still,
   Although he knew refusing still to know,
   Although he saw refusing still to see.
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   Unshakable he stood claiming his right.
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   His spirit bowed; his will obeyed the law
   Of its own nature binding even on Gods.
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   The Two opposed each other face to face.
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   His being like a huge fort of darkness towered;
   Around it her light grew, an ocean’s siege.
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   Awhile the Shade survived defying heaven:
   Assailing in front, oppressing from above,
   A concrete mass of conscious power, he bore
   The tyranny of her divine desire.
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   A pressure of intolerable force
   Weighed on his unbowed head and stubborn breast;
   Light like a burning tongue licked up his thoughts,
   Light was a luminous torture in his heart,
   Light coursed, a splendid agony, through his nerves;
   His darkness muttered perishing in her blaze.
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   Her mastering Word commanded every limb
   And left no room for his enormous will
   That seemed pushed out into some helpless space
   And could no more re-enter but left him void.
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   He called to Night but she fell shuddering back,
   He called to Hell but sullenly it retired:
   He turned to the Inconscient for support,
   From which he was born, his vast sustaining self;
   It drew him back towards boundless vacancy
   As if by himself to swallow up himself:
   He called to his strength, but it refused his call.
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   His body was eaten by light, his spirit devoured.
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   At last he knew defeat inevitable
   And left crumbling the shape that he had worn,
   Abandoning hope to make man’s soul his prey
   And force to be mortal the immortal spirit.
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   Afar he fled shunning her dreaded touch
   And refuge took in the retreating Night.
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   In the dream twilight of that symbol world
   The dire universal Shadow disappeared
   Vanishing into the Void from which it came.
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   As if deprived of its original cause,
   The twilight realm passed fading from their souls,
   And Satyavan and Savitri were alone.
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   But neither stirred: between those figures rose
   A mute invisible and translucent wall.
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   In the long blank moment’s pause nothing could move:
   All waited on the unknown inscrutable Will.”
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   https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/34/the-dream-twilight-of-the-earthly-real
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   A MILLION FIGHTS STILL TO WAGE
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   “Imperfect is the joy not shared by all.
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   O to spread forth, O to encircle and seize
   More hearts till love in us has filled thy world!
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   O life, the life beneath the wheeling stars!
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   For victory in the tournament with death,
   For bending of the fierce and difficult bow,
   For flashing of the splendid sword of God!
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   O thou who soundst the trumpet in the lists,
   Part not the handle from the untried steel,
   Take not the warrior with his blow unstruck.
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   Are there not still a million fights to wage?”
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   https://incarnateword.in/cwsa/34/the-eternal-day-the-souls-choice-and-the-supreme-consummation
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   Sri Aurobindo . Savitri
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   “Man is a transitional being…“
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   Thus the Divine Field was envisioned, created,
   For mighty souls a concentrated battlefield,
   The Avatar’s City of Dawn with the Prime Directive:
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   “The whole earth must prepare itself for the advent of the new species, and Auroville wants to work consciously to hasten this advent.

   Little by little it will be revealed to us what this new species must be, and meanwhile, the best course is to consecrate oneself entirely to the Divine.”
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   https://auroville.org/page/core-documents
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   A SELECTED FEW

   We ALL continue on excluding none
   In this shared Progressive Perfection,
   A selected few as willing servitors
   And Death-free hero warriors
   Of the Divine Consciousness-Force
   Towards the Life Divine.

   https://zechjoya.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-selected-few.html‎

   Om Namo Bhagavate 🙏🏼

   

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2. 

   Goutam Ghosal

   January 25, 2026

   Very nice

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3. 

   justynjedraszewski

   January 26, 2026

   “O Death, thou too art God and yet not He,” Savitri’s page 656

   we, who try to follow the guiding Light, we are comprised in this “yet not”, because … the secret is here:

   “Of God unconscious thou art the dark head, Of his Ignorance thou art the impenitent sign, …

   All contraries are aspects of God’s face.”

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4. 

   RY Deshpande

   January 26, 2026

   Here is a comparison of the arts of Huta and Nandalal Bose:

   https://thewindsofwonder.org/2026/01/26/savitri-and-yama-two-paintings/

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