A Story : the two children
There were two children much loved by their Mother,
A Mother protecting them against all odds, against all.
Two terrible children whom an attentive Mother often scolded to prevent them from going astray,
and very often gave a firm, well-placed slap, strongly felt to keep them from falling.
A Mother who awakened the eternal flame in their hearts and transformed it into a burning fire.
They walked for a long time on a tightrope, pursued by the furious ardor of an unleashed Mahakali,
And entered, mesmerized, into an enchanted world of radiant beauty.
Then, one of the children began to run, far, far ahead, always further,
always higher, arms stretched toward the Mystery,
and disappeared into the Light deep within the Mother’s heart.
The other child continues to walk slowly, striving to follow the path laid out,
always accompanied by the burning ardor of Mahakali
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Only Thy Love
Divine Mother
Only Love can reveal the Beloved in a speck of dust caught in a sunbeam.
Only Love can prepare the destined hour for the birth of the unborn Spirit.
Thy Love self-fulfilled gives and gives and wants nothing in exchange,
Sustains the humble violets and the majestic chrysanthemums with equal grace
Leads the unwilling blindness to illumination through tenderness,
Nurses with compassion the wounds of the victor and the pride of the vanquished,
and sees the promise of God In each closed bud sleeping in the glow of the Dawn.
Love lies bleeding in the sand pierced through the heart by a jeering rabble
And transforms each particle into a crimson epiphany of sacrifice.
Power can obliterate a vast empire with a mere glance,
but cannot tame the indomitable spirit of man.
Knowledge can dazzle the mind with its prismatic splendour
Yet cannot change a sun-bleached mountain into a forest of orchids and ferns.
When Love smiles and rains down its sweetness,
Buried hope is resurrected; rocks melt into fountains and cascades,
Deserts stop their march towards barrenness,
Worms and caterpillars are exalted to a nobler sphere,
The diamond locked in the mute heart of the atom is delivered.
Love finds the psychic lines of rapture, gathers the consecrated petals yearning
And unites them into a mystic gesture, asymbol of close-linked harmony,
Pink meditation of a dedicated Rose.
Occult powers, riches and artistic faculties,
Though precious gifts, we lay them at Thy feet.
Only one boon we ask Thee to hasten Thy manifestation:
Transmute these earthen vessels into immaculate receptacles
And fill them with Thy transcendent Love,
Delight-content in the lotus-core of the Reality.
Love is the recondite name of the One,
The insoluble bond holding together
The Mansion of the manifold creation,
The ever-new mystery which knowledge cannot fathom.
Love is the foundation,
Love the stair of our ascension, the ring of fire
Which keeps the wolves at bay when falls the darkness,
The miracled tonic that prevents fatigue on the way,
The crown that awaits the seeker at the summit of aspiration.
Mother Divine,
Only Love can realise on Earth Thy purple design.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
The infinitesimal Infinite- poem by Sri Aurobindo
The infinitesimal Infinite
Out of a still Immensity all came!
These millions universes were to it
The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game,
A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.
It could not find its soul in all that vast:
It drew itself into a tiny speck
Infinitesimal, ignobly cast
Out of the earth's mud and slime strangely awake,
A tiny plasm on a little globe
In the small system of a dwarflike sun,
A little life wearing the flesh for robe,
A little mind winged through wide space to run!
It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime,
Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time.
Only one boon we ask from Thee
Only one boon we ask from Thee
Transmute these earthen vessels into immaculate receptacles
And fill them with Thy transcendent Love,
Delight-content in the lotus-core of the Reality.
Love is the recondite name of the One,
The insoluble bond holding together the manifold creation,
The ever-new mystery which knowledge cannot fathom.
Love is the foundation,
Love is the stair of our ascension
Love is the ring of fire
Which keeps the wolves at bay when falls the darkness,
The miracled tonic that prevents fatigue on the way,
The crown that awaits the seeker at the summit of aspiration.
Mother Divine,
Only Love can realise on earth Thy purple design.
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Niranjan Guha Roy