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
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.
Mother Divine, shine day and night in the sky of our soul
The unique Mother presses in Her arms the whole world with an infinite tenderness.
All human beings, all without exception are Her children.
The material universe vanishes, revealing the magnificence of Brahma.
She prepares bodies and souls to manifest the Divine Love.
A complete self sacrifice to the Mother of our past, present and future
Is the only means to climb the steep walk which leads
the soul to the luminous eternal Truth.
O Mother Divine, shine day and night in the sky of our soul.
Peace, peace, joy, harmony and beauty in all hearts
The long painful night ends. A magnificent world is born.
You are the Supreme, our soul,
The Road, the Yoga and the Realisation
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Niranjan Guha Roy
The Power of the Supreme Grace
The Grace is the Supreme Mother of love and compassion, absolute wisdom ,invincible and effective power of transformation.
There is a universal action of grace which is constant, impartial and helps the being, the race, the world in a general way . The Mother of Grace on various level, in various forms, is constantly intervening with Her compassion and leading all of us, the whole universe, towards the highest and perfect divine manifestartione . The Mother has mentionned that the Lord is always blessing.
But the Supreme Grace intervenes in the life of the aspirants who aspire for the Supreme . It is so marvellous that if we call upon the highest form of Grace with faith and confidence, then She takes over our entire life inside and outside and begins the unimaginable work of transformation. When this power is revealed to us even once in a flash our whole life undergoes an irrevocable, lightning transformation. Having seen Her once, we become aware that whatever She does, She does for th highest good of the individual, the group, the universe. Each act of Her's is a benediction. There is no wrong , improper or untrue action possible by Her .When we have the true union with the Divine we do enter a state of consciousness where all is peace, eternal harmony, where we perceive at each instant the supreme benediction, the supreme good. When we can touch such a state then there are no enemies, no dualities no one except the Divine.
When we begin to feel that truly we are absolutely nothing, helpless and utterly ignorant, when we feel the true humility, then the splendor of the divine Grace is revealed to us. From then on nothing else can satisfy us except Her constant Presence and her intimate tenderness.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
What is true divine work
To work for Thy victory is our sole mission on earth.
Thy victory over ignorance, darkness and the deep-rooted evil in us, in the earth nature
by replacing all the undivine forces and influences in our being down to the very cells of the body
with the divine consciousness , the direct presence, peace, harmony, love, beauty
and indivisible oneness of the eternal Being
Thy help is there in the fullest measure for achieving this goal
O Mother Divine
May we work with a luminous inspired consciousness
And a total faith in Thy victory
May we become pure and simple instruments.
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N.Guha Roy
A particular Path
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 transformed the flame in their hearts into a burning fire.
They walked for a long time on a tightrope,
pushed by the intransigent ardor of an unleashed Mahakali,
And entered, mesmerized, into the enchanted world of radiant beauty and etenal Love
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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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.