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At the Feet of The Mother

THE MOTHER’S SAVITRI: Book 2 Canto 9

The Mother Reads Selections from Savitri by Sri Aurobindo

 

Book 2. The Book Of The Traveller Of The Worlds

Canto 9. The Paradise of the Life-Gods

A summit and core of all that marvellous world,
Apart stood high Elysian nameless hills,
Burning like sunsets in a trance of eve.
. . .
Their slopes through a hurry of laughter and voices sank,
Crossed by a throng of singing rivulets,
Adoring blue heaven with their happy hymn,
Down into woods of shadowy secrecy:
[p. 234]
* * *
A scale of sense that climbed with fiery feet
To heights of unimagined happiness,
Recast his being’s aura in joy-glow,
His body glimmered like a skyey shell;
[p. 236]
* * *
A giant drop of the Bliss unknowable
Overwhelmed his limbs and round his soul became
A fiery ocean of felicity:
. . .
The rapture that the gods sustain he bore.
[p. 237]

End of Book 2 Canto 9 


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