A secret soul behind supporting all
Is master and witness of our ignorant life
Admits the Person’s look and Nature’s front;
A Light comes down into the Ignorance,
Its heavy painful knot loosens its grasp;
The mind becomes a mastered instrument
And life a hue and figure of the soul.
All happy grows towards knowledge and towards bliss.
A divine Puissance then takes Nature’s place
And pushes the movements of our body and mind;
The Light now distant shall grow native here,
The Strength that visits us our comrade power;
The Ineffable shall find a secret voice,
The Imperishable burn through Matter’s screen
Making this mortal body godhead’s robe.
The Spirit’s greatness is our timeless source
And it shall be our crown in endless Time.
(Savitri, Book
2 Canto 2)
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