Savitri

But all is screened, subliminal, mystical;

It needs the intuitive heart, the inward turn,

It needs the power of a spiritual gaze.

(Savitri, Book 1 Canto 4)


Far-wandering seekers on the Eternal’s path

Brought to these quiet founts their spirit’s thirst

And spent the treasure of a silent hour

Bathed in the purity of the mild gaze

That, uninsistent, ruled them from its peace,

And by its influence found the ways of calm.

One souled to all and free from narrowing bonds,

Large like a continent of warm sunshine

In wide equality’s impartial joy,

These sages breathed for God’s delight in things.

Assisting the slow entries of the gods,

Sowing in young minds immortal thoughts they lived,

Taught the great Truth to which man’s race must rise

Or opened the gates of freedom to a few,

Imparting to our struggling world the Light

They breathed like spirits from Time’s dull yoke released,

Comrades and vessels of the cosmic Force,

Using a natural mastery like the sun’s:

Their speech, their silence was a help to earth.

(Savitri, Book 4 Canto 4)