Aswapati receives the boon from the Divine Mother when she promises him that one will be born and redeem the world. She the Eternal now steps into swift movements of Time, the rolling seasons of the earth: the Timeless enters into the rhythms of cyclic Time. She is conceived, she is born, she grows rapidly like a flame, bright and imperial and conquering—she seems at once to found a mightier race. One who has been coming here again and again, she has taken up yet again her unfinished task; to it she awakes among these human tribes. The great expectation is that this time it will be completed, the task for which she has been coming repeatedly. Now the embodied Guest is there to see it through. Because there is a kind of divine sponsorship of it, it becomes an assurance that it will succeed. That she belongs to Ishwarkoti is brought out everywhere in Savitri. Let us read the description, for instance, of the birth and growth of divine incarnation. She comes in response to the ardent prayer-desire Aswapati carried to the supreme Shakti standing on the verge of manifestation. She comes and weeps not fallen to mortality. One had returned from the transcendent planes and bore anew the load of mortal breath. Once more that Will put on an earthly shape. The Power within her shaped her moulding sense. She grows to her sweet and full maidenhood, and each minute becomes a throb of beauty's heart, the hours tuned to a honey-toned content. This is so because of this beauty an occult godhead is the cause. She a silent warrior pacing in her city of strength, calls by her aspiration high destiny down. Even as a child she is conscious of her high mission—because within her heart is seated the embodied Guest. (Savitri, pp. 353-58)



In this high signal moment of the gods

Answering earth's yearning and her cry for bliss

A greatness from our other countries came.

 

A silence in the noise of earthly things

Immutably revealed the secret Word,

A mightier influx filled the oblivious clay:

A lamp was lit, a sacred image made.

 

A mediating ray has touched the earth

Bridging the gulf between man's mind and God's;

Translating heaven into a human shape

Its brightness linked our transience to the Unknown.

 

A spirit of its celestial source aware

Descended into earth's imperfect mould

And wept not fallen to mortality,

But looked on all with large and tranquil eyes.

 

One had returned from the transcendent planes

And bore anew the load of mortal breath,

Who had striven of old with our darkness and our pain;

She took again her divine unfinished task:

Survivor of death and the aeonic years,

Once more with her fathomless heart she fronted Time.

 

Again there was renewed, again revealed

The ancient closeness by earth-vision veiled,

The secret contact broken off in Time,

A consanguinity of earth and heaven,

Between the human portion toiling here

And an as yet unborn and limitless Force.

 

Again the mystic deep attempt began,

The daring wager of the cosmic game.

 

For since upon this blind and whirling globe

Earth-plasm first quivered with the illumining mind

And life invaded the material sheath

Afflicting Inconscience with the need to feel,

Since in Infinity's silence woke a word,

A Mother wisdom works in Nature's breast

To pour delight on the heart of toil and want

And press perfection on life's stumbling powers,

Impose heaven-sentience on the obscure abyss

And make dumb Matter conscious of its God. …

 

Once more that Will put on an earthly shape.

 

A Mind empowered from Truth's immutable seat

Was framed for vision and interpreting act

And instruments were sovereignly designed

To express divinity in terrestrial signs.

 

Outlined by the pressure of this new descent

A lovelier body formed than earth had known. …

 

Passive she lay sheltered in wordless sleep,

Involved and drowned in Matter's giant trance,

An infant heart of the deep-caved world-plan

In cradle of divine inconscience rocked

By the universal ecstasy of the suns.

 

Some missioned Power in the half-wakened frame

Nursed a transcendent birth's dumb glorious seed

For which this vivid tenement was made.

 

But soon the link of soul with form grew sure;

Flooded was the dim cave with slow conscient light,

The seed grew into a delicate marvellous bud,

The bud disclosed a great and heavenly bloom.

 

At once she seemed to found a mightier race.

 

Arrived upon the strange and dubious globe

The child remembering inly a far home

Lived guarded in her spirit's luminous cell,

Alone mid men in her diviner kind. …

 

Harmoniously she impressed the earth with heaven.


Aligned to a swift rhythm of sheer delight

And singing to themselves her days went by;

Each minute was a throb of beauty's heart,

The hours were tuned to a sweet-toned content

Which asked for nothing, but took all life gave

Sovereignly as her nature's inborn right. …

 

An occult godhead of this beauty is cause,

The spirit and intimate guest of all this charm,

This sweetness's priestess and this reverie's muse. …

 

Aware of forms to which our eyes are closed,

Conscious of nearnesses we cannot feel,

The Power within her shaped her moulding sense

In deeper figures than our surface types.

 

An invisible sunlight ran within her veins

And flooded her brain with heavenly brilliancies

That woke a wider sight than earth could know.


Outlined in the sincerity of that ray

Her springing childlike thoughts were richly turned

Into luminous patterns of her soul's deep truth,

And from her eyes she cast another look

On all around her than man's ignorant view. …

 

As from the soil sprang glory of branch and flower,

As from the animal's life rose thinking man,

A new epiphany appeared in her.

 

A mind of light, a life of rhythmic force,

A body instinct with hidden divinity

Prepared an image of the coming god…

 

A scout of victory in a vigil tower,

Her aspiration called high destiny down;

A silent warrior paced in her city of strength

Inviolate, guarding Truth's diamond throne.

 

A nectarous haloed moon her passionate heart

Loved all and spoke no word and made no sign,

But kept her bosom's rapturous secrecy

A blissful ardent moved and voiceless world. …

 

The body that held this greatness seemed almost

An image made of heaven's transparent light.