Savitri

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)