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Meditation on Savitri - Sketch (1,3,4)

 Meditations on Savitri: Book 1: The Book of Beginnings,  Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul’s Release

 

"He sat in secret chambers looking out

Into the luminous countries of the unborn

Where all things dreamed by the mind are seen and true

And all that the life longs for is drawn close.

He saw the Perfect in their starry homes

Wearing the glory of a deathless form,

Lain in the arms of the Eternal’s peace,

Rapt in the heart-beats of God-ecstasy.

He lived in the mystic space where thought is born

And will is nursed by an ethereal Power

And fed on the white milk of the Eternal’s strengths

Till it grows into the likeness of a god.

In the Witness’s occult rooms with mind-built walls

On hidden interiors, lurking passages

Opened the windows of the inner sight.

He owned the house of undivided Time.

Lifting the heavy curtain of the flesh

He stood upon a threshold serpent-watched,

And peered into gleaming endless corridors,

Silent and listening in the silent heart

For the coming of the new and the unknown."


Sketch by The Mother guiding Huta on few of these lines with actual painting by the disciple Huta (Savita Devjibhai Hindocha).


A meditative experience: 

These lines give a magnificent picture of vale of bliss in yoga of synthesis. The yogi sitting in the secret chambers of a silent mystic heart, dreams of a luminous image of his true immortal self. There, the fiery will of an agni yogi is nursed by ethereal power and fed on the milk of it's strength and the yogi gets gradually transformed into his highest self. This self experiences eternal now (undivided time) hearing the voice of silence announcing the coming of a new era.  





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