She knew herself the Beloved of the
Supreme
The Mother was she of Beauty and
Delight,
The Word in Brahma’s vast creating
clasp,
The World-Puissance on
almighty Shiva’s lap.
(Savitri, Book 7 Canto 5)
The world’s
senseless beauty mirrors God’s Delight,
That rapture’s smile
is secret everywhere:
It flows in the wind’s
breath, in the tree’s sap,
Its hued magnificence
blooms in leaves and flowers.
(Savitri, Book 2 Canto 4)
Arisen beneath a triple mystic
heaven
The seven immortal earths were seen
sublime:
Homes of the blest
released from death and sleep.
(Savitri, Book 10 Canto 1)
Ascending out of the limiting
breaths of mind,
They shall discover the world’s
huge design
And step with the
Truth, the Right, the Vast.
(Savitri, Book 11 Canto 1)
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