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482 Hymns of the Atris
works of the hidden Light in spite of all this enveloping smoke of
passion and desire. And the stars shine out and the moon comes
at night making manifest the invincible workings of the infinite
King. Moreover, always Night holds hidden in her bosom her
luminous sister; this life of our ignorance taught by the gods
in their veiled human working prepares the birth of the divine
Dawn so that, sped forth, she may manifest the supreme creation
of the luminous Creator. For the divine Dawn is the force or face
of Aditi; she is the mother of the gods; she gives them birth into
our humanity in their true forms no longer compressed into our
littleness and veiled to our vision.
But this great work is to be done according to the ordered
gradations of the Truth, in its fixed seasons, by the twelve
months of the sacrifice, by the divine years of Surya Savitri.
Therefore there is a constant rhythm and alternation of night
and dawn, illuminations of the Light and periods of exile from
it, openings up of our darkness and its settling upon us once
more, till the celestial Birth is accomplished and again till it is
fulfilled in its greatness, knowledge, love and power. These later
nights are other than those utter darknesses which are dreaded
as the occasion of the enemy, the haunt of the demons of division
who devour; these are rather the pleasant nights, the divine and
blessed ones who equally labour for our growth. Night and
Dawn are then of different forms but one mind and suckle alternately
the same luminous Child. Then the revealing lustres of the
brighter goddess are known in the pleasant nights even through
the movements of the darkness. Therefore Kutsa hymns the two
sisters, “Immortal, with a common lover, agreeing, they move
over heaven and earth forming the hue of the Light; common is
the path of the sisters, infinite; and they range it, the one and the
other, taught by the gods; common they, though different their
forms.” For one is the bright Mother of the herds, the other the
dark Cow, the black Infinite, who can yet be made to yield us
the shining milk of heaven.
Thus the Dawns come with a constant alternation, thrice ten
— the mystic number of our mentality — making the month, till
some day there shall break out upon us the wondrous experience