Remembrance of a moment of Grace
The Mother gives Her blessings with flowers
Join the line moving slowly toward Her radiant smile
The Mother stands on the balcony
Looking from above directly into your eyes, into your soul;
The Mother teaches Her disciples the yoga of Sri Aurobindo
Reading from His books and bringing
The highest knowledge within a child's reach.
The Mother gives a special message to each of Her children
A printed card, a divine promise that will be honored.
The Mother gives meditation,
In a silent blaze of deep love She ensures the unity of all creation.
The Mother receives someone at Her appartment
To hear difficulties and aspirations.
In the yoga of transformation, be assured
The Mother is always with you in the ascending yoga
The Mother listens to your songs, your flutes, and your violins.
It seems as if She listens to great symphonies
So much does She appreciate every sincere offering from the heart.
The Mother looks at your plans, your projects, your paintings
Her comentaries are powers
to realise futur creations of felicity
The Mother is waiting for you with a flower
She will go away before you come
and receive Her benedictions and the flower
Kneel and join your hands,
Open your eyes et lookup
To meet the marvellous Mother standing in front of you
Blessing you with Her magnificent smile
Everytning She does is always a supreme benediction
If we can accept it with love and faith
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Om Douce Mère saranam mama
The passage of the Lord
The Passage of the Lord- Poem by Amita 1968
An intense vision generating light,
A gaze bearing all the weight of the universe,
Giant steps hammering the world
Digging on their way abysses and bottomless wells,
Gigantic strides of the Great Owner,
Royal tour of the Lord through His lands,
Vigilant inspection searching and discovering
The flaws and the remedies
A look as deep as an eternal abyss,
Bearer of the secret containing all things,
Immense Sphinx, enormous tower, mighty rock,
Two bronze arms, so gentle, surrounding the world,
Unshakable Compassion.
The fold of a great cloak encompassing the universe
gigantic steps diminishing into the infinity of time,
A wind of majesty raised by his trace
Like a dazzling and white dusting of gold
The sound of his steps sinking into eternal space….
An abyss of notes, a recognized incense,
A mysterious impulse, an immense Hope
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Om Sri Aurobindo, pranam, pranam, pranam
The dance of the Golden Cord
She is the mystic golden cord of Divine Love and Ananda
Uniting all creation in Her embrace, holding all in Her Ocean.
Let us become aware of Her alone, filling endless time, occupying empty space.
This apparent world with its fog, wind, rain and warm sunshine,
its earthquakes, revolutions and tidal waves
its ceaseless somber dramas, and moments of fugitive beauty
is only shifting colors of Her fancy, constantly changing decor for Her danse.
Those who truly love Her will see through the veil Her smiling face.
She is always in us as we are in Her.
There is none but Herself anywhere.
Her music flows through the golden cord of Love and Felicity.
She is dancing with a garland of rose petals on Her breast
She whirls around the world on invisible waves of light
She wakes up gloomy souls from their obscure sleep,
Brings to all her snow white Peace
and pours cascades of her radiant Joy souls yearning for harmony
She is the music, She is the dance, She is the infaillible Light
And the most reliable Guide
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Niranjan
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
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