The Mother Reading Savitri - The Godheads of the Little LIfe: Book II Canto V

looking peerlessly
into the takeover
hazy with vapor

mesmerized with
unfamiliarity of  the
incandescent body

a sea of magnetic power from quieted stillness
a man cast from the quintessential
brawn matrix

frail eros of mortals
a spoiled soul not of stature and air
but of an intelligible marionette

less than that of an acre
he erected his canvas shelter
alive of immaterial breath

exploring quick and gone
practical tests of faith
summoning the creator

planetary highway
guided by ethereal atlas
narrow routes of airships

slicing a pathway of identity
from mire and muck
to clear individuality

milli-second shaded
by interception of light
upon the spirit

aspiring ascension
through planetary confusion
we must find a clear channel

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

The Mother Reading Savitri - Book II: Canto V The Godheads of the Little Life

He plunged
his gaze into the siege of mist   
Astonished by the unaccustomed glow  
An ocean of electric Energy   
At first she raised no voice, no motion dared   
Then man was moulded from the original brute   
A fragile human love that could not last   
A spirit that perished not with the body and breath   
A thinking puppet is the mind of life   
In a narrow plot he has pitched his tent of life   
Our seekings are short-lived experiments   
It works to find the doer of all works  
Across the cosmic field through narrow lanes   
A door is cut in the mud wall of self  
This little being of Time, this shadow-soul  
But first the spirit's ascent we must achieve   
He through the astral chaos shore a way-Sri Aurobindo