SAVITRI

Book 1 – The Book of Beginnings

Album 01: The Symbol of Dawn

It was the hour before the Gods awake

Once she half looked for her veiled sun

As when a soul draws near the sill of birth

And Savitri too awoke among these tribes

A fire has come and touched men’s hearts and gone

At first life grieved not in her burdened breast

Album 02: The Issue

Awhile, withdrawn in secret fields of thought

Only the Self that builds this figure of self

A combatant in silent dreadful lists

Till then no mournful line had barred this ray

In her the superhuman cast its seed

Album 03: The Yoga of the Soul’s release

A World’s desire compelled her mortal breath

This bodily appearance is not all

He has drunk from the breasts of the Mother of the worlds

Even his first steps broke our small earth-bounds

The mind leaned out to meet the hidden worlds

A low muttering rose from the subconscient caves

These symbol figures lost their right to live

As if a story long written but acted now;

Inspired by silence and the closed eye’s sight

The intense creatrix in his stillness wrought

A recorder of the inquiry of the gods

The immobile lips, the great surreal wings

Thus came his soul’s release from Ignorance

Album 04: The Secret Knowledge

On a height he stood that looked towards greater heights

The truth mind could not know unveils it’s face

Ignorant and weary and invincible

Attentive to an unseen Truth they seize

Only his law they count and him obey;

Here meanwhile at the spirit's opposite pole

This is the knot that ties together the stars

The master of existence lurks in us

This is the sailor on the flow of Time,

Album 05: The Yoga of the spirit’s freedom and greatness

This knowledge first he had of time-born men

Here chaos sorts itself into a world

Far from compulsion of created things

All once impossible deemed could now become

A border sovereign is the occult Force

~ End of Book 1 ~

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