Meditations on Savitri Book 3 Canto 2


Savitri Book 3 Canto 2 - The Adoration of the Divine Mother

O soul, it is too early to rejoice! ||80.3||
Only the everlasting No has neared
And stared into thy eyes and killed thy heart:
But where is the Lover’s everlasting Yes,
And immortality in the secret heart,
The voice that chants to the creator Fire,
The symbolled OM, the great assenting Word, ||80.9||



Painting by Huta

Book 3 Canto 2 Painting #1


The Mother's sketch

Book 3 Canto 2 Sketch #1






Savitri Book 3 Canto 2 - The Adoration of the Divine Mother

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||



Painting by Huta

Book 3 Canto 2 Painting #2


The Mother's sketch

Book 3 Canto 2 Sketch #2






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||



Painting by Huta

Book 3 Canto 2 Painting #3


The Mother's sketch

Book 3 Canto 2 Sketch #3






Savitri Book 3 Canto 2 - The Adoration of the Divine Mother

In her confirmed because transformed in her,
Our life shall find in its fulfilled response
Above, the boundless hushed beatitudes,
Below, the wonder of the embrace divine. ||81.27||
This known as in a thunder-flash of God,
The rapture of things eternal filled his limbs;
Amazement fell upon his ravished sense;
His spirit was caught in her intolerant flame. ||81.28||
Once seen, his heart acknowledged only her. ||81.29||



Painting by Huta

Book 3 Canto 2 Painting #4


The Mother's sketch

Book 3 Canto 2 Sketch #4