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At the Feet of The Mother

Aswapati’s return with the Boon of Divine Mother’s Advent, pp. 346-348 (SH 179)

Savitri Class in Hindi with Alok Pandey
Savitri Book Three: The Book of Divine Mother, Canto Four : The Vision and the Boon

Aswapati has secured the boon of boons for Earth and men. The Divine Mother has consented to descend to earth and change the iron law of matter that binds the freedom of the Spirit. She herself must assume a human body for this to happen. She must herself descend into the realm of Death and pass through the gates of mortality and bear the burden of Falsehood so that it can be transformed into Light and Love and the Immortal’s Ananda. Having granted the boon and the great assurance the Divine Mother withdraws to Her inaccessible heights.


As a flame disappears in endless Light
Immortally extinguished in its source,
Vanished the splendour and was stilled the word.
An echo of delight that once was close,
The harmony journeyed towards some distant hush,
A music failing in the ear of trance,
A cadence called by distant cadences,
A voice that trembled into strains withdrawn.
Her form retreated from the longing earth
Forsaking nearness to the abandoned sense,
Ascending to her unattainable home.
Lone, brilliant, vacant lay the inner fields;
All was unfilled inordinate spirit space,
Indifferent, waste, a desert of bright peace.
Then a line moved on the far edge of calm:
The warm-lipped sentient soft terrestrial wave,
A quick and many-murmured moan and laugh,
Came gliding in upon white feet of sound.
Unlocked was the deep glory of Silence’ heart;
The absolute unmoving stillnesses
Surrendered to the breath of mortal air,
Dissolving boundlessly the heavens of trance
Collapsed to waking mind. Eternity
Cast down its incommunicable lids
Over its solitudes remote from ken
Behind the voiceless mystery of sleep.

Once again Aswapati returns to the life of ordinary men. He returns to the din and noise of earthly life.

The grandiose respite failed, the wide release.
Across the light of fast-receding planes
That fled from him as from a falling star,
Compelled to fill its human house in Time
His soul drew back into the speed and noise
Of the vast business of created things.
A chariot of the marvels of the heavens
Broad-based to bear the gods on fiery wheels,
Flaming he swept through the spiritual gates.
The mortal stir received him in its midst.

Once again Aswapati moves amidst a humanity that is ignorant of its goal. He looks upon the world that is not yet ready with eyes filled with Divine suffering and the Compassion that accompanies it. Thus comes to a close the tremendous yoga of Aswapati culminating in the great Vision and the greatest of all Boons that the Earth can ever seek and secure.

Once more he moved amid material scenes,
Lifted by intimations from the heights
And in the pauses of the building brain
Touched by the thoughts that skim the fathomless surge
Of Nature and wing back to hidden shores.
The eternal seeker in the aeonic field
Besieged by the intolerant press of hours
Again was strong for great swift-footed deeds.
Awake beneath the ignorant vault of Night,

He saw the unnumbered people of the stars
And heard the questioning of the unsatisfied flood
And toiled with the form-maker, measuring Mind.
A wanderer from the occult invisible suns
Accomplishing the fate of transient things,
A god in the figure of the arisen beast,
He raised his brow of conquest to the heavens
Establishing the empire of the soul
On Matter and its bounded universe
As on a solid rock in infinite seas.
The Lord of Life resumed his mighty rounds
In the scant field of the ambiguous globe.

[Savitri: 346 – 348]


(line breaks are added to emphasize separate movements)

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