Guiding Light of The Month

To Thee, supreme Dispenser of all boons, to Thee who givest life its justification, by making it pure, beautiful and good, to Thee, Master of our destinies and goal of all our aspirations, was consecrated the first minute of this new year. - The Mother

Savitri


Their anger rushed galloping in brute attack,

A charge of trampling hooves on shaken soil;

Hate gripped hate and love broke in on love,

Will wrestled with will on mind's invisible ground;

Other's sensations passing through like waves

Left quivering the subtle body's frame.

He tore desire up from its bleeding roots

And offered to the gods the vacant place.

 

(Book three, Canto three)

 

An abyss yawned suddenly beneath her heart.

A vast nameless fear dragged at her nerves

As drags a wild beast its half-slaughtered prey.

 

(Book seven, Canto six)

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