Meditations on Savitri Book 10 Canto 1

Savitri Book 10 Canto 1 - The Dream Twilight of the Ideal

Night is not our beginning nor our end;
She is the dark Mother in whose womb we have hid
Safe from too swift a waking to world-pain. ||138.14||

Savitri Book 10 Canto 1 - The Dream Twilight of the Ideal

Assailed in the sovereign emptiness of its reign
The intolerant Darkness paled and drew apart
Till only a few black remnants stained that Ray. ||138.18||
But on a failing edge of dumb lost space
Still a great dragon body sullenly loomed;
Adversary of the slow struggling Dawn
Defending its ground of tortured mystery,
It trailed its coils through the dead martyred air
And curving fled down a grey slope of Time. ||138.19||

Savitri Book 10 Canto 1 - The Dream Twilight of the Ideal

There is a morning twilight of the gods;
Miraculous from sleep their forms arise
And God’s long nights are justified by dawn.... ||139.1||
Into a happy misty twilit world
Where all ran after light and joy and love
She slipped; there far-off raptures drew more close.... ||139.3||

Savitri Book 10 Canto 1 - The Dream Twilight of the Ideal

Above, her spirit in its mighty trance
Saw all, but lived for its transcendent task,
Immutable like a fixed eternal star. ||139.28||