Paintings -The Mother and the flowers
Meditation of the Mother
Doors to the Light
Paintings - Niranjan Guha Roy
Paintings - Prayer
Prayer and Surrender
Prayer and Concentration inside
Prayer and offering
Guha Roy
Emergence of the psychic being
The most brilliant and even the most sympathetic human beings
Have not been able to create even a small world of peace, unity, harmony and joy.
Not the mind, not even a generous vital consciousness
Can create peace and harmony in human life, in a community.
It is only through the development of the inmost psychic being
And its emergence and government that it can create a unified being composed
Of a large number of mental vital physical personalities and forces.
Average man is by his nature unstable, he has no control over his life and action.
He is moved all the time by deep-seated contradictory elements and his ego.
Only in a minority of human,the psychic being is sufficiently developed
Though not yet a king in full control of his kingdom.
Only the supramental power and consciousness can make the psychic being fully conscious
And powerful enough to become the leader of all the elements in him.
It is only the supramental power manifesting in the psychic being
That can fundamentally change the human nature and consciousness
Into a luminous divine being with divine nature and consciousness.
The psyche is waiting for an auspicious hour to wake up
In a new world of incredible wonder and irresistible fascination.
Niranjan Guha Roy
The constantly shifting mystery
When I look at the dark night, I wonder.
Myriads of stars hiding the sleeping God inside,
Waiting to blossom one day as the dry countryside after a rain.
God sleeps in the stone, in bricks, wood and metals,
He rises from the grassy lands with his assuring hands,
He lies under our feet, undisturbed, lives in all the bodies as a Guest.
The inter-galactic space is filled with His life-giving breath.
The sun, moon and the stars and the void,
The million varieties of living forms, invisible beings,
Incalculable forces and movements, broken glasses veil God,
The only indivisible Reality,
In whom there is no past, success, failure or future, timeless,
Filling all time yet not occupying any space, not even a point,
Overflowing the infinite boundless expanses,
In whom there is nothing far, in time or space,
No life or death, none other than himself, companionless,
Ever fulfilled, a bodiless marvel, an inexhaustible opulent existence,
An ocean in movement, a stillness unimaginable.
Myriads of candles twinkling on water, drifting, swirling in circles,
Each one a mighty mystery, an undiminished absolute monarch.
An ever-pure, immaculate splendour holding all in a strong embrace.
Unending dramas on an inscrutable, immobile, constantly shifting,
Rotating, floating deck, sweeping gales, uncontrolled outbursts,
Felicitous eruptions, geysers of perennial light and sweetness,
The mystic dance of the Mother
On the heaving bosom of the Lord in trance.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
The Children of Light
Men and women suffer, enjoy themselves, knife each other and dance.
The next day starts again the infernal round of dance.
Some love war, ruin, the drunkenness of the violence.
Some relieve and cure the wounds of the others.
Each one in his turn is sometimes a rescuer, sometimes a murderer.
The groups are in confrontation all the time pushed by passion.
But the earth is beautiful, rich and lavishes its kindness without counting
Without second thought for the devils as for the saints.
People through ages sprayed the earth with their plentiful blood.
Others, dreamers, create immense temples to their favorite gods.
In the name of the Creator, man did not stop killing his brothers and sisters.
Can one turn away from a deaf person who hears not a word or sound!
Can one reprimand a man incapable to control his passion and desires!
The God in him is only a vague image; the animal is still strong, terrible.
The man in spite of his absurd claims is only a weak, precarious being.
He is a product, a creation of Nature, such as the horse and the monkey.
He is still blind, deaf, violent, incapable of organizing his destiny.
Nature cannot content itself with a failure so blatant, so disheartening.
Behind the appearance of an inevitable tragic fate of human race,
There is an eternal patient maternal power, the luminous Love
At work without rest in the mystic heart of the people.
Dogs do not see either the beauty of Venus,
Or the greatness of the Buddha.
Man does not perceive the divine Reality nor the children of Light.
Free of desire, exempt from any animal passions, luminous, peaceful,
United by the Divine Love, moved by the Divine Will,
These children conscious of the unique Infinite Divine Mother,
Grow, nourished by the Truth.
Their inexhaustible joy, their beauty,
Kindness and frank laughter will abolish
The cruel reign of the false, long dreadful nightmare.
The freed earth will cry with joy
As a child who has found his Mother.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Pranam, Douce Mère
All the oppressive darkness, cruelty, violence and monstruous falsehood of the world entered into the body of the Mother like so many deadly polluted rivers into a boundless ocean of light and felicity. Whatever touched Her got transmuted by the living fire of Her incandescent love. Her every thought, feeling, word, action and gesture was an infaillible power of transformation; Her touch, a mystical communion, a healing soothing blessing, a magical opening of hidden doors and passages leading the soul to God and His eternities of splendour. Constantly, She brought down new powers from the concealed superconscient heavens and laid the foundation of the life divine in a world of death and disaster.
She has given up Her mortal body and gone. But where can She go, the One who is all this infinite existence and infinitely more!
"Who else is there in this universe or elsewhere apart from Me!" Thus She proclaims to the aspiring soul. She is here, there, everywhere. All these myriad forms and beings moving in time and space, in all dimensions are Her constantly shifting images. Whatever we see, dream, imagine, all that we tear, break and throw away, all that we love and enjoy is Herself. Nobody knows Her origin. She is self-born, eternal, infinite. She is alxways exploring Her pown impenetrable depths. She is always with us.
The dark and dangerous world has desappeared like fog in the sun. Each name, each face is a mystic symbol-image of a mysterious Stranger yet so living, so intimate, a Person so familiar. Everyday I discover how marvelously wonderful She was and is forever. We live eternally enclosed in Her love and protecting warmth.
May we remember You always and always
Accept our grateful pranam.
Niranjan Guha Roy
Lead me on, O Great Spirit,
I have left behind the familiar shores,
Lakes and torrents, harmless shallow river ways.
All around me is the strange, thrilling Ocean.
O Eagle, Friend Powerful
Cover my perilous journey with your vigilant eyes.
Higher than the highest 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-toned harmony.
My keel is on the uncharted Ocean
I have thrown all useless cargo overboard.
Heaven’s blessings, the pouring rains have cleansed my deck
Of the petrified slime of the ages.
Each moment is a near disaster in the adventure of the Unknown
But for You, O Knower of the unmarked open sea-lanes.
Beyond the treacherous submerged knife-sharp ridges
Lies the Promised Land where the Golden Sun does not set.
O Great Spirit, My Captain,
I have faith in your skill, wisdom, power and courage.
Lead me on, O Great Spirit, I am wholly yours,
I fully trust you.
The wheel of my destiny is safe in your hands.
N.GUHA ROY
The manifestation and action of Anandamayi
When I came to the Ashram in 1945, I was already strongly conscious of the supreme existence of the Mother-Force directing the evolution of man on earth but I had no communication with Her, no personal contact. When I saw the Mother in the Ashram for the first time, I realised She was the Divine Mother of my dreams and all my painful seekings came to an end. Then began the yoga of transformation, the ceaseless march through terrible nights and glorious days, layers ansd layers of our animal and demoniac nature and luminous heights were exposed. An unrelenting prolonged war never won or concluded even today. Because once there is acheived some stability in the individual consciousness, there begins another enormous world-war. Now day and night one has to fight for the liberation of humanity chained cruelly to ignorance and unbearable suffering. There cannot be any true individual salvation without the deliverance of our big human family. But it is no longer our personal battle and unequal struggle.
The world Mother is our Warrior-Queen who is waging the war against ignorance, suffering, cruelty and violence which dominate our unhappy stricken race by showering and pouring on earth the deluge of Her all-conquering force of peace, harmony, love and beauty. She is seeking strong, courageous absolutely faithful, conscious and unfaltering egoless instruments for Her own manifestation, permanent physical presence even in a diminished degree to carry on Her labour of love of transforming the obscure human soul into a luminous godhead. At the moment this is Her central work - to shape, prepare and create perfected instruments for Her own direct manifestation in some human vessels capable of holding the divine nectar of immortality without falling to pieces. Only the beatifique manifestation of Anandamayi will gradually unfold and create the new divine life on the rock-foundation laid by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. The Supramental Mahashakti is constantly present in the earth atmosphere but our bodies are made of clay and break down into pieces at its least touch. So She has undertaken the primary work of shaping strong unbreakable jars capable of holding the sacred fiery Soma. Only an absolute surrender of everytghing in our being with unwavering faith, love, gratitude , an utter confidence in the Mother Divine and Her action will allow us to become a worthy residence of the Mother. When She is with us everyday becomes spring-paradise with flowers, colours, perfumes, laughterr, love , songs, dance and divine rapture.
O Mother may we cease to exist and become an enchanted harp in Your hands
Om Douce Mère saranam mama Om Sri Aurobindo saranam mama
Pranam, pranam, pranam
N.Guha Roy
The One manifested in million masks
There is a great joy, a pure delight in wishing the very best for everyone.
To realise that each being is a manifestation of the supreme mystery,
the ever unknowable Divine is to find back the lost sight.
The Almighty has become the lame one, the weak one the wicked one, the dumb and the ugly one.
Each one is a deformed representation of the highest One deformed only in appearance,.
Because he has put on rags he does not become a beggar. The soul is always a prince or princess.
The perfect one has put on mask of perversion, darkness and obscurity, measureless imperfection.
He who is perfect has undertaken the immense journey
from falsehood to truth, from darkness to light, from death to immortality.
He has hidden himself in the drapery of matter.
All around us is the constant miracle of a ravishing play.
Who is this one, Who is that one, a name, a face easily forgotten ?
No,it is a glimpse of the face of the unknown unborn Spirit.
O boundless love unite us all.
O imperishable light give us the true sight.
N.Guha Roy
Only the Divine Love can redeem
This situation is again a reminder for us of the basic problem of life an uncertain, unreliable, fragile body or frame constantly exposed to disease and accident and progressive decomposition leading to death. In principle we have the key given by the Mother and Sri Aurobindo. The new power cannot work in order to perpetuate the present humanity, the human in us. It will not become operative, it will not act unless we are willing to surrender our humanity, its obscurity and ignorance, its animal life, its ego bound existence. The new life cannot be realised within the human framework. For the aspirant to the divine life, it is very important to understand that nothing in him must hanker even in the least degree after the human existence. He must utterly renounce the human world, if to live the divine life be his intention. One who is fortunate to have a glimpse of the divine life, its peace and joy, its beauty and harmony, its vast unity, its abiding sense of infinity, the concreteness of eternity and above all, the fulfilling experience of the divine Presence, feel no difficulty at all in giving up the human existence. But for most, the fascination of the human love and relation seems to be the insuperable difficulty. A thousand times deceived and duped, tortured and humiliated, torn to shreds and massacred, love seems to survive in the human breast. Be it blessed. For the human love, though disfigured and made ugly and brutal beyond recognition, has its origin in the divine love. It is only the divine love that can redeem it and release it from its dreadful limitations. It is only the true divine love descending from the transcendental heights that can transform matter progressively. It descends if there is an exclusive call to the Divine. In simple words, all our love must be turned exclusively to the Divine and only then there can be a. transforming response from Above.
Our whole being must be unified in a single call for the Divine. The Divine must become the sole reality by the breaking down of all veils and barriers. In every being and thing we meet the one limitless Person, the Friend and the Beloved, the Mother and the Source. Our heart, mind, body and soul join in a single yearning for the constant flow of love that streams from Anandamayi, the Mother of Love and Felicity. When She descends, then matter at her contact will gradually undergo the divine transformation. May we live for Thee alone, O Divine Mother.
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Niranjan Guha Roy