O Aspiration
O Aspiration, rise more and more towards the Real
O Aspiration become more and more pure.
Pure like the flame without smoke, without desire,
Without attachment to the past.
O Aspiration, you are the only stairway to our future.
It is only through the aspiration that the great
Benevolent divinities can copme down
And make abode in our consciousness and being
The presence of Aspiration is the sign of God's working in us.
O Aspiration, become intense, steady and one pointed.
May all other aims, other ideals, other goals be consumed
In your bright and incandescent plane.
O Mother Divine, come in me down the stairway of my rising aspiration.
O Aspiration, set fire to my heart, mind, soul,
My body, all the cells of my body.
O Aspiration, when you are thereI know I am with the Divine.
Keep me, keep me always with the Divine.
How auspicious you are
For in thruth aspiration is thr rising, the awakening
Of the Mother Divine in us, Her descent, Her fulfilment.
O Aspiration rise ever pure, fragrant, intense
One pointed incandescent.
Fiery Transformation
the unfired brittle clay jar cannot hold the divine nectar, not even cold water!
Yet it aspires for the deathless life of the gods free from all dangers, suffering and strife.
In response , Agni, the transforming Force pays a courtesy visit to its yearning patient.
A piercing shrick of terror greets the kind visitor.
Not dismayed, Agni softens its fiery approach ,
Sends bearable heat waves from time to time To the clay jar to make it stronger
Then Agni does not show up for days and months.
The jar becomes impatient and longs for the passionate embrace of the Godhead.
Agni returns with greater ardor, burning red hot the brittle clay jar in a coma of blissful oblivion
The fired jar amazed beyond hope and despair greets with irrepressible joy the wonderful visitor
Agni comes smiling bringing with him the sacred Nectar and pours it on the transformed jar
Lo the miracle!
The jar fainting with the intoxicating wine does not melt but shines with an unearthly luster.
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O Wonder Spirit
O wonder Spirit of Beauty, Joy and Harmony
Asleep in the mystic chamber of the aspiring soul,
Awake and spread your peaceful wings
On our warring passions, senseless thoughts and actions.
Let our mind be a vast sanctuary of unbroken felicity
Let our emotions be warm and sustained notes of vibrating strings
Let our activities be a symphony of solidarity
O Wonder Spirit of Beauty, Joy and Harmony,
Strip away from our heart, mind,body and soul
The hard layers of ugly violence, endless cruel suffering
And release the dancing fountains of sparkling song and laughter.
We are yet only partly divine even at our great summit moments
Waning and waxing slowly before the steadily growing Light within
Tha age-old prophetic manifests of the Kindom of God on earth.
O Wonder Spirit of Beauty
Your active presence is now a reality
A new muted race still wearing the human face
Glowing with the psychic Fire
Appears on the horizon to change this nightmare
Into an exquisite radiant dream
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Niranjan 1960
The Mother- Commentaries on the Dhammapada
About Nirvana
But what we consider here as the true Nirvana is the disappearance of the ego into the splendour of the Supreme.
And this way is what I call the positive way, the self-giving that is integral, total, perfect without reserve, without bargaining.
In the mere fact of not thinking of oneself, not existeing for oneself, referring nothing to oneself, thinking only of what
is supremely beautiful, luminous, delightful, powerful, compassionate and infinite, there is such a profound delight
that nothing can be compared to it.
This is the only thing that deserves... that is worthy of being attempted. All the rest is only marking time.
The difference is between climbing a mountain by going round and round, slowly, laboriously, step by step for hundreds of years
and spreading invisible wings and soaring straight to the summit.
The Mother, 1958
She is all
A low murmur of eternal truths fills my ears
I feel the caress of thy hands in every whiff of the wind ,
I lie in a swoon of felicity
O Mother remain here, be with us forever
The Mother replied
My child, I do not come nor I go away
I am eternal, infinite and always trying to fathom my own depths
There is no one else but myself here or anywhere
I am all.
This world is only my fanciful play,
Each being, each creature sees a different world
For I see through them with different lens.
Each one has his alloted share of joy
But I alone enjoy all the experiences
These are all whims of my consciousness
I fancy and I become my dream
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NIranjan
The perpetual change
All the barriers, the frontiers burst,
My consciousness has become a free field without border.
The limits of my existence disappear in a living infinity
There is nobody, nothing separated from me...
Uncountable images...
Thousand reflexions of a broken Sun dance on waves.
Everything changes, everything moves, nothing is stable even for a moment.
In a mad speed, endless symphonies welcome young rhapsodies.
God advances in giant steps. Yesterday falls in Nothingness.
Dawn is born with a new face more seducing every day.
Tomorrow waits in the wings impatient.
Past remains still as a strong aroma hanging in the decor of a museum.
My soul dazzled with long swells coming from the Unknown
Allowed itself to be rocked in a total abandon to the Divine Will.
Everything changes, everything moves, nothing is stable.
Yesterday is gone forever, gobbled up in Mystery.
Today is fainting in the embrace of the secret Night
The dawn will return tomorrow with its moving surprise.
O my soul, welcome your faithful love
Who returns with a still new, different face.
Immobile Reality,
You are the infaillible constant Presence
O Mother Divine
Magnificent, always smiling Mother.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Transformation: poem by Sri Aurobindo
My breath runs in a subtle rhytmic stream;
It fills my members with a might divine:
I have drunk the Infinite like a giant's wine,
Time is my drama or my pageant dream.
Now are my illumined cells joy's flaming scheme
And changed my thrilled and branching nerves to fine
Channels of rapture opal and hyaline
For the influx of the Unknown and the Supreme.
I am no more a vassal of the flesh,
A slave to Nature and her leaden rule;
I am caught no more in the sense's narrow mesh.
My soul unhorizonned widens to measureless sight,
My body is God's happy living tool,
My spirit a vast sun of deathless light.
