Mother's Darshan. February 21st, 2026

The One whom we adore as the Mother Is the Divine Conscious Force that dominates all existence, one and yet so many-sided that to follow Her movement is impossible even for the quickest mind and for the freest and most vast intelligence. Arrived upon the strange and dubious globe The child remembering inly a far home Lived guarded in her spirit’s luminous cell. A spirit of its celestial source aware Translating heaven into a human shape Descended into earth’s imperfect mould And wept not fallen to mortality At the head she stands of birth and toil and fate, In their slow round the cycles turn to her call; Alone her hands can change Time's dragon base. Hers is the mystery the Night conceals; The spirit's alchemist energy is hers; She is the golden bridge, the wonderful fire. The luminous heart of the Unknown is she, A power of silence in the depths of God; She is the Force, the inevitable Word, The magnet of our difficult ascent, The Sun from which we kindle all our suns, The Light that leans from the unrealised Vasts, The joy that beckons from the impossible, The Might of all that never yet came down. All Nature dumbly calls to her alone To heal with her feet the aching throb of life And break the seals on the dim soul of man And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things. Savitri.