Explorations in Savitri

A thousand icons they have made of her And find her in the idols they adore; But she remains herself and infinite.

Above the spirit cased in mortal sense Are superconscious realms of heavenly peace, Below, the Inconscient's sullen dim abyss, Between, behind our life, the deathless Rose.

On the other side of the eternal stairs The mighty kingdoms of the deathless Flame Aspired to reach the Being’s absolutes.

In God’s supreme withdrawn and timeless hush A seeing Self and potent Energy met; The Silence knew itself and thought took form: Self-made from the dual power creation rose.

... His soul had peace, it knew the cosmic Whole. Then suddenly a luminous finger fell On all things seen or touched or heard or felt And showed his mind that nothing could be known; That must be reached from which all knowledge comes.

Deep peace was there, but not the nameless Force: Our sweet and mighty Mother was not there Who gathers to her bosom her children's lives, Her clasp that takes the world into her arms In the fathomless rapture of the Infinite...

All grew to all kindred and self and near; The intimacy of God was everywhere, No veil was felt, no brute barrier inert, Distance could not divide, Time could not change.

Above them all she stands supporting all, The sole omnipotent Goddess ever-veiled Of whom the world is the inscrutable mask; The ages are the footfalls of her tread

Here came the thought that passes beyond Thought, Here the still Voice which our listening cannot hear, The Knowledge by which the knower is the known, The Love in which beloved and lover are one.