the magnificent presence
The electron , prisoner of the atom, whirling with the giddy speed of light
around its nucleous, in a relentless curb of perpetual unrest
Imagines it is solitary and independant
The proud giant star pursuing its majestic course all alone
looks with disdain at the myriad sparks strewn in space
does not perceive its kinship with billionj other isolated like itself,
and lives unaware of its origin, the immense nebula, Mother of stars.
We live in the illusion of our separate being behind the walls of transient motives.
Let us come out of this ivory tower of joyless insulation.
Our faltering steps hold back our soaring to the heights
where the Magnificent Presence warms the hearts when the light fails.
O mysterious One,
Thou who dwellest in the race,in the mighty atoms and the incipient stars,
In the incommensurable universe and the pregnant Beyon
May we become aware of Thee
May we find our unity in Thee,
O magnificent Presence
The Mother - What we consider as true Nirvana
From the commentaries on the Dharmapada by The Mother
What we consider here as the true Nirvana is the desappearance of the ego into the splendour of the Supreme
and this way is what I call the positivre way :
the self giving that is integral, total, perfect, without reserve, without bargaining
In the mere fact of not thinking of oneself, not existing 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...
Smiling Mother
Behind the constant mobility, Somebody hides
One sees the face in a flash of lighting, a charming moment!
In noises one hears the crystalline roar of laughter
A hand, a sweetness comes on the heart - ecstasy.
A hole in the consciousness allows to pass
A waterfall of light golden, white , of all colors.
Horizons burst, get lost in a living infinity.
Nothing is false.. Everything is real...
A Mystery, a supreme intimate inconceivable Divinity,
Soul of our soul.
Only She exists, infinitely, eternally.
Power, consciousness, beauty, bliss in the peace
A harmony which contains the whole
O Mother mysterious, smiling, magnificent
Be welcome in the Temple of my life
There is nothing here or somewhere else
But only You, smiling Mother
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Niranjan Guha Roy