The passage of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo
Two gigantic stars have touched the earth
During a century, irradiated all in existence,
Raised hurricanes, waves high as mountains,
Swept continents, calmed the madness of men,
Widened narrow spirits, freed the soul of the earth
Sowed golden seeds in striving hearts.
The endless painful night of falsehood ends.
A new sun appears in the sky of the soul
The earth is covered with a golden, radiant dust.
The Mother is always present
Smiling in front of the awakened soul.
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On Peace
Peace
The thing most sought after in the world and at the same time the most disliked by men is peace. When it is there, women or men, are bored. When it is absent, they complain "I haven't got a minute of respite! I am harassed mercilessly by a thousand things - it is a real hell." Peace is always there, like the air we breathe. It is always accessible. It can become permanent in our consciousness, in our being. It is, in short, the presence of God, the Spirit, an aspect of the tangible form of the Supreme Creator.Read more
The psychic being and the yoga of Sri Aurobindo
The integral yoga of Sri Aurobindo, the yoga of the future, is based on the emergence of the psychic being.
As soon as the psychic being comes out even so little
He brings with him the love or rather the adoration for the Supreme and his incarnations.
This love-adoration is part of the very substance of the psychic being.
Not to feel that love is a sure sign that the psychic being has not yet emerged.
It will come in time as it is the destiny of everyone.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Only Thy Love, Douce Mère
Divine Mother
Nameless Eternal Being, Creatrix Supreme,
Grace Incarnate in a fragile body,
Who art beyond the Form and the Formless,
Beyond the zenith of our climbing,
Beyond the widest waking and the deepest sleep,
Only one boon we ask Thee to hasten Thy manifestation:Read more
The passing note
O Master Magician, no artist can paint thy elusive face
No sculptor can carve thy silhouette, no one can bind thee in a hame.
Thou O ever unknown stanger, my soul, my love
This magic of unfolding creation is only Thyself.
My life a passing note, O supreme musician, of thy symphony
One, individual, inalterable, absolute, immobile, silence
Infinite rays, mobile fragments, perpetual motion, delight.
This stupendous Presence pervades immeasurably all existence
O Mother Divine in Thy eternity
I discover my continuity
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Strange Blossom of Light
Strange Blossom of Light
My soul open thy eyes , watch the long expected birth
Concealed from the vulgar inquisitive sight,
Of the marvellous bloom of tomorrow,
Almost invisible in the shadow of the austere trees
Old as the mountains and self assured of their immunity.
Watch it open silently petal by petal unsuspected
In a neglected corner of thy treshold,
Stranger little understood disdained by the wise,
Unwelcome mocked and disowed by the crowd,
The gentle humble guest can hardly lift her head
With the mortal weight of the past in her breast.
The victorious yesterday lives on gloriously for a while
Trembling inside now certain of its death
My soul do not be duped by the faintness of the early glow
It brings in its wake the ocean swell of liquid gold
The end of a perpetual night, the sun that does not set anymore
Unveiled blissful presence of the beloved Mother divine.
Open wide thy doors to that strange distant light
And nourish with the white purity of inner fire
The wonder bud of splendour in the mire of earth.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Meditation
Mobile images, endless dreams,
Lives and faces, love, tears and laughters,
A rain - the desert blooms, the wind spreads flavors,
An abundance, arms and legs dancing,
Souls embracing, slow fire, ardent fire, bitter fire,
The night falls, silence is filled with memories.Read more
The Real Idea
The Mother is an embodiment of perfection in the world of relativity. Whatever She does or She says is a frontal aspect of truth. All Her words, if ever even a fragment is conserved by a chronicler, are statements of the Supreme Truth. Each word, each action is an eternity expressed in the infinitesimal. Whatever She does is to prepare us, to lead us to light. Read more
prayer to the unknowable presence
The soul sees the Supreme Mother behind the acts of Nature.
The earth becomes the living throbbing body of the Eternal.
A mystic Presence fills the sky and the infinite Space,
An immaterial body made of some absolute consciousness,
Containing limitless oceans of sweet, violent, intolerable,
All-daring, all-conquering, inalterable delight substance
Blots out the concrete material existence to utter
Nothingness, yet the human heart longs for a mortal Divine,
The Supreme incarnate in a human form, close to the soil.Read more