A work she had to do, a word to speak;

Writing the unfinished story of her soul

In thoughts and actions graved in Nature's book,

She accepted not to close the luminous page,

Cancel her commerce with eternity,

Or set a signature of weak assent

To the brute balance of the world's exchange.

 

A force in her that toiled since earth was made,

Accomplishing in life the great world-plan,

Pursuing after death immortal aims,

Repugned to admit frustration's barren role,

Forfeit the meaning of her birth in Time,

Obey the government of the casual fact

Or yield her high destiny up to passing Chance.

 

In her own self she found her high recourse;

She matched with the iron law her sovereign right:

Her single will opposed the cosmic rule.

 

The earth has been chosen for the big work of bringing back the manifested to its Origin. The world has become the symbol of the whole universe and upon the earth the Sovereign Mother has incarnated from the beginning, to hasten the waking up of the world to the consciousness of the Origin.

 

It is to this Consciousness of the Mother that legend gave the name of Savitri and then the whole story was built.

To stay the wheels of Doom this greatness rose.

At the Unseen's knock upon the hidden gates

Her strength made greater by the lightning's touch

Awoke from slumber in her heart's recess.

 

It bore the stroke of That which kills and saves.

 

Across the awful march no eye can see,

Barring its dreadful route no will can change,

She faced the engines of the universe;

A heart stood in the way of the driving wheels:

Its giant workings paused in front of a mind,

Its stark conventions met the flame of a soul.

 

A magic leverage suddenly is caught

That moves the veiled Ineffable's timeless will:

A prayer, a master act, a king idea

Can link man's strength to a transcendent Force.

 

Then miracle is made the common rule,

One mighty deed can change the course of things;

A lonely thought becomes omnipotent.

 

The secret of this Power is the unification of the manifested Consciousness with the Original Consciousness, with the Supreme. If this union is total and conscious, there is no limit to the Power manifested. If it is constant, the world can be transformed.

 

And then, if this is realised, what would take some thousands and thousands of years to be accomplished can be done in a moment.

All now seems Nature's massed machinery;

An endless servitude to material rule

And long determination's rigid chain,

Her firm and changeless habits aping Law,

Her empire of unconscious deft device

Annul the claim of man's free human will.

 

He too is a machine amid machines;

A piston brain pumps out the shapes of thought,

A beating heart cuts out emotion's modes;

An insentient energy fabricates a soul.

 

Or the figure of the world reveals the signs

Of a tied Chance repeating her old steps

In circles around Matter's binding-posts.

 

This is the new world as the New Consciousness has found it and still it lingers on, without thinking even of changing. But the time will come when things will change. The time is coming and one must be ready.

A random series of inept events

To which reason lends illusive sense, is here,

Or the empiric Life's instinctive search,

Or a vast ignorant mind's colossal work.

But wisdom comes, and vision grows within;

Then Nature's instrument crowns himself her king;

He feels his witnessing self and conscious power;

His soul steps back and sees the Light supreme.

 

A Godhead stands behind the brute machine.

This truth broke in in a triumph of fire;

A victory was won for God in man,

The deity revealed its hidden face.

 

The great World-Mother now in her arose:

A living choice reversed fate's cold dead turn,

Affirmed the spirit's tread on Circumstance,

Pressed back the senseless dire revolving Wheel

And stopped the mute march of Necessity.

 

A flaming warrior from the eternal peaks

Empowered to force the door denied and closed

Smote from Death's visage its dumb absolute

And burst the bounds of consciousness and Time.

 

This is just what has happened and is still happening, and, to pick up courage there is only to look in front to a future that is not far away.

 

We are slowly but surely coming out of an almost desperate past towards a future full of promise and bringing to a harmony tired, exhausted and almost in despair, the vision of a Realisation that will bring back not only hope but Light, Power and Realisation.