Mother's Life – Savitri

Life Sketch of The Mother

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.
Even in her childish movements could be felt
The nearness of a light still kept from earth,
Feelings that only eternity could share,
Thoughts natural and native to the gods.
For even the close partners of her thoughts
Who could have walked the nearest to her ray,
Worshipped the power and light they felt in her
But could not match the measure of her soul.
Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense
Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight
Poured a supernal beauty on men’s lives.
Her measure they could not reach but bore her touch,
Answering with the flower’s answer to the sun
They gave themselves to her and asked no more.
A being of wisdom, power and delight,
Even as a mother draws her child to her arms,
Took to her breast Nature and world and soul..
She had come into the mortal body’s room
To play at ball with Time and Circumstance.
A joy in the world her master movement here,
The passion of the game lighted her eyes:
To share the suffering of the world I came,
I draw my children’s pangs into my breast.

I am the nurse of the dolour beneath the stars;
,A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,

Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven,


Love in her was wider than the universe
The whole world could take refuge in her single heart

Cry not to heaven, for she alone can save.
For this the silent Force came missioned down;
In her the conscious Will took human shape:
She only can save herself and save the world.

The Mother

“Since the beginning of the earth, wherever and whenever there was the possibility of manifesting a ray of Consciousness, I was there.”
– Mother
The Mother was born in Paris on Thurs Feb 21, 1878 at 10.45 am. At the early age of 5 she used to sit quiet in a tiny upholstered armchair specially made for her, and as she meditated she would experience the descent of a great brilliant Light upon her head producing a turmoil inside her brain. She had the feeling that the Light was continually growing, and she wished it would possess her completely. Her propensity to such sessions of solitariness, her moods of taut intensity and edged concern, were a source of worry and anxiety to her rationalist mother. Once, while Mathilde was scolding her, young Mirra suddenly “felt all the human misery and all this human­ falsehood” and tears welled out of her eyes. When Mathilde asked the reason, Mirra calmly replied that her tears were because of the world’s miseries, for she indeed felt their weight pressing upon her.