Bonne Fête 21 February 2026
The Mother
She is the golden bridge
The Presence he yearned for suddenly drew close. ||81.1||
Across the silence of the ultimate Calm,
Out of a marvellous Transcendence’ core,
A body of wonder and translucency
As if a sweet mystic summary of her self,
Escaping into the original Bliss
Had come enlarged out of eternity,
Someone came infinite and absolute. ||81.2||
A being of wisdom, power and delight,
Even as a mother draws her child to her arms,
Took to her breast Nature and world and soul. ||81.3||
Abolishing the signless emptiness,
Breaking the vacancy and voiceless hush,
Piercing the limitless Unknowable,
Into the liberty of the motionless depths
A beautiful and felicitous lustre stole,
Imaged itself in a surprising beam
And built a golden passage to his heart
Touching through him all longing sentient things. ||81.4||
A moment’s sweetness of the All-Beautiful
Cancelled the vanity of the cosmic whirl. ||81.5||
The Wisdom was near, disguised by its own works, ||81.13||
The hidden Word was found, the long-sought clue,
Revealed was the meaning of our spirit’s birth,
Condemned to an imperfect body and mind,
In the inconscience of material things
And the indignity of mortal life. ||81.15||
A Heart was felt in the spaces wide and bare,
A burning Love from white spiritual founts
Annulled the sorrow of the ignorant depths;
Suffering was lost in her immortal smile. ||81.16||
A Life from beyond grew conqueror here of Death; ||81.17||
The Formless and the Formed were joined in her. ||81.18||
Immensity was exceeded by a look,
A Face revealed the crowded Infinite. ||81.19||
Incarnating inexpressibly in her limbs
The boundless joy the blind world-forces seek,
Her body of beauty mooned the seas of bliss. ||81.20||
At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate,
In their slow round the cycles turn to her call;
Alone her hands can change Time’s dragon base. ||81.21||
Hers is the mystery the Night conceals;
The spirit’s alchemist energy is hers;
She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire. ||81.22||
The luminous heart of the Unknown is she,
A power of silence in the depths of God;
She is the Force, the inevitable Word,
The magnet of our difficult ascent,
The Sun from which we kindle all our suns,
The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts,
The joy that beckons from the impossible,
The Might of all that never yet came down. ||81.23||
All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things. ||81.24||
All here shall be one day her sweetness’s home, ||81.25||
Our self shall be one self with all through her. ||81.26||
The Pres+ence| he yearned| for sud|+den+ly| drew close.| 81.1
A+cross| the si+|lence of| the ul|+ti+mate Calm,|
Out of| a mar|+vel+lous| Tran+scend|+ence’ core,|
A bod|+y of won|+der and| trans+lu|+cen+cy|
As if| a sweet| mys+tic| sum+ma+ry| of her self,|
Es+cap|+ing in|+to the| o+rig|+i+nal Bliss|
Had come| en+larged| out of| e+ter|+ni+ty,|
Some+one| came in|fi+nite| and ab|+so+lute.| 81.2
A be+ing| of wis|+dom, pow|+er and| de+light,|
E+ven| as a moth|+er draws| her child| to her arms,|
Took to| her breast| Na+ture| and world| and soul.| 81.3
A+bol|+ish+ing| the sign|+less emp|+ti+ness,|
Break+ing| the va|+can+cy| and voice|+less hush,|
Pierc+|ing the lim|+it+less| Un+know|+a+ble,|
In+to| the lib|+er+ty| of the mo|+tion+less depths|
A beau|+ti+ful| and fe+lic|+i+tous lus|+tre stole,|
Im+aged| it+self| in a| sur+pris|+ing beam|
And built| a gold|+en pas|+sage to| his heart|
Touch+ing| through him| all long|+ing sen|+ti+ent things.| 81.4
A mo+|ment’s sweet|+ness of| the All|-Beau+ti+ful|
Can+celled| the van|+i+ty| of the cos|+mic whirl.| 81.5
The Wis|+dom was near,| dis+guised| by its| own works,| 81.13
The hid|+den Word| was found,| the long|-sought clue,|
Re+vealed| was the mean|+ing of| our spir|+it’s birth,|
Con+demned| to an| im+per|+fect bod|+y and mind,|
In the} in+con|+science of| ma+te|+ri+al things|
And the| in+dig|+ni+ty| of mor|+tal life.|m81.15
A Heart| was felt| in the spac|+es wide| and bare,|
A burn|+ing Love| from white| spir+it|+u+al founts|
An+nulled| the sor|+row of| the ig|+no+rant depths;|
Suf+fer+ing| was lost| in her| im+mor|+tal smile.| 81.16
A Life| from be+yond| grew con|+quer+or| here of Death;| 81.17
The Form|+less and| the Formed| were joined| in her.| 81.18
Im+men|+si+ty| was ex+ceed|+ed by| a look,|
A Face| re+vealed| the crowd|+ed In|+fi+nite.| 81.19
In+car|+nat+ing| inexpress|ibly| in her limbs|
The bound|+less joy| the blind| world-forc|+es seek,|
Her bod|+y of beau|+ty mooned| the seas| of bliss.| 81.20
At the head| she stands| of birth| and toil| and fate,|
In their| slow round| the cy|+cles turn| to her call;|
A+lone| her hands| can change| Time’s drag|+on base.| 81.21
Hers is| the mys|+ter+y| the Night| con+ceals;|
The spir|+it’s al+|che+mist en|+er+gy| is hers;|
She is| the gold|+en bridge,| the won|+der+ful fire.| 81.22
The lu|+mi+nous heart| of the| Un+known| is she,|
A pow+er| of si|+lence in| the depths| of God;|
She is| the Force,| the in+ev|+i+ta+|ble Word,|
The mag|+net of| our dif|+fi+cult| as+cent,|
The Sun| from which| we kin|+dle all| our suns,|
The Light that leans from the un+re+al+ised Vasts,
The joy| that be|+ckons from| the im+pos|+si+ble,|
The Might| of all| that nev|+er yet| came down.| 81.23
All Na|+ture dumb|+ly calls| to her| a+lone|
To heal| with her feet| the ach|+ing throb| of life|
And break| the seals| on the| dim soul| of man|
And kin|+dle her fire| in the| closed heart| of things.| 81.24
All here| shall be| one day| her sweet|+ness’s home,|
Our self| shall be| one self| with all| through her.| 81.26
Savitri Book 3 Canto 2 – The Adoration of the Divine Mother
A Heart was felt in the space wide and bare,
A burning Love from white spiritual founts
Annulled the sorrow of the ignorant depths;
Suffering was lost in her immortal smile. ||81.16||
Sketch by the Mother
Painting by Huta
हिरण्य सेतू आहे ती
हिरण्य सेतू आहे ती, अद्भुत अग्नि,
उसळे अर्णव तिच्या देहकांतीने;
तो काळप्राणी भयंकर बदलेल,
दुष्ट नियती देखील तिच्याचमुळे;
रहस्य तिचे लपवी काळोखी रात्र,
परंतु आत्मकिमयेचा चमत्कार;
साफल्यता ह्या अनिश्चित जीवनाची
होईल परिपूर्ण आशीर्वचनाने;
तेजःसूर्य ती तर करी प्रज्वलित
सूर्यच सूर्य, असंख्य सूर्य आपले;
सुवास्तव्य माधुर्याचे घराघरात,
नांदे आल्हाद प्रासादिक समृद्धीचा.
२१ फेब्रुवारी २०२६
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