It was the hour before the Gods awake...

And Savitri too awoke among these tribes...

Awhile, withdrawn in secret fields of thought...

Till then no mournful line had barred this ray...

A world‘s desire compelled her mortal birth...

As so he grew into his larger self...

Only a while at first these heavenlier states...

Oft inspiration with her lightning feet...

Thus came his soul‘s release from Ignorance...

On a height he stood that looked towards greater heights...

But all is screened, subliminal, mystical...

A consciousness that knows not its own truth...

All here where each thing seems its lonely self...

This is the knot that ties together the stars...

The master of existence lurks in us...

But meanwhile all is a shadow cast by a dream...

This is the sailor on the flow of Time...