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
Poem - The Delegate to the Festival of Light
Bring me the opal cups of the bloom of morning-glory
Fill them with the wine brewed from the divine Ecstasy
I have been named a Delegate to the Festival of Light
Bring me the crown of fire
Sprinkle silvery dust of the stars in my hair,
The spring tide has verily flooded my soul.
Bring me a psyche-rose love-fed source of perennial delight
Make up my lips with the yearning of the pomegranate seeds
Glad hymns of a realised dreams haunt my ears.
Bring me the sandals that tread the path of the tenderest love
And the mystic flag blue and gold of undying hope,
Summon the cresent-moon to take me to the Carnival.
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Niranjan Guha Roy- 1960
Sharanagata
The meaning of surrender is becoming clear in my consciousness.
When in a sacred moment of rising aspiration we throw ourselves at Your lotus feet
offering all our life, all we are, our past, present and future
and take refuge exclusively in You,
rely and depend on You alone
and leave everything to You without any demand,
willing to accept whatever comes from You or is taken away from us,
ready to serve You in any way You want,
when we become a docile, vibrant instrument in Your hands,
then only we realise the profound significance of surrender - Sharanagata -
one who has taken refuge in the Divine Mother, the Supreme.
This surrender is progressive.
The aspiring soul is progressively possessed by the divine consciousness
An integral surrender will necessarily l
lead to identification with the divine consciousness.
Whatever is given to the Divine is transmuted and possessed by Him
Finally the Divine alone acts through the instrument
in order to further develop the divine life on earth.
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N.Guha Roy
some words from Sri Aurobindo - a veil behind the heart.....
A veil behind the heart, a lid over the mind
Divide us from the Divine
Love and devotion rend the veil
In the quietude of the mind the lid thins and vanishes
The Adventurer
I have left behing the familiar shores, lakes and torrents, harmless shallow river ways.
Higher than the higher peaks of mind which no man can climb
Deeper than the deepest abyss of life which no diving whale can fathom,
Further than the fancy's utmost extended range
Waits the new world of million tuned harmony.
My keel is on the unchartered ocean, I have thrown all useless cargo overboard
Haeven's blessings, the pouring rain have cleansed my deck of the petrifed slimes of the ages
O Supreme Being, my Captain, I have faith in Your skill I am wholly yours,
I fully trust You , the wheel of my destiny is safe in Your hand
But for You O Knower of the unmarked open sea lanes,
Each moment would be a near disaster in the adventure of the unknown
Beyond the tracherous sharp edges lies the promised land where the Golden Sun never sets.
Your name be thrice blessed, By Your Grace my fragile boat is now on the port
On the other side of the ocean enjoying at last freedom.
You have lifted the veil over my soul, my heart kneels down before You in gratitude.
Inside, outside, above and below I meet Your reassuring eyes.
Peace has flowed into my body, life, mind and soul.
A handful of common sand witholds in it unborn divinities.
My life is now an unbroken song of glory pulsating somewhere in the immesurable Spirit-Space
Such is Your mystery,
even if all were abolished, You remain undiminished
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In this solemn hour,
some reckless souls, enchanted by the call of the eternal Mother,
Unoticed are crossing a secret barrage of mystic fire
To emerge into the vast supermind ruled by a golden Sun
Where all is spirit, sorrow impossible, joy the substance of life.
All creatures great and small
Om Douce Mère
In this new year
May Your divine Grace protect them all
May they be happy
