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. Continue reading

The Inner Attitude of Surrender

The Inner Attitude of Surrender
What is most important is the development of that inner attitude of surrender. True surrender is a state of consciousness – it does not mean that all our efforts and struggles are over and we work on the red carpet. It is a fundamental state of confidence in the Divine and an unconditional loyalty and faithfulness to the Divine, an anxious loving willingness to collaborate with the Divine and do only His Will. It is an awareness that the whole existence is a single movement, a single plan and project of the Divine’s own manifestation. Whatever is permitted to happen only happens because that is seen as the necessary step in His all-wise vision. It is not so much important the work we do for our work will be completely decided by our inner inclinations, general propensities, and developing capacities and faculties. It is the attitude of the God-Lover, attitude of the faithful soldier to the Supreme Queen, attitude of the devoted disciple towards the supremely benevolent teacher, master, father, guide and friend. We should not rely on our own capacity and own strength – which is finally zero – but ask that Infinite, that Eternal, that unique Power, Mother to help us, to shape us, to remold us in her vision, for her service and her utility. Seen in this way by realising our non-existence, face to face with the Eternal and his Eternity, the Infinite with His infinity, the state of surrender becomes possible and real. The more we give ourselves to the Divine, the more we are possessed by his light, peace, joy, consciousness, and his mysterious. tangible Presence.
This is the work. The rest has no value if that cannot be a means for arriving at this realisation. When we undertake any work with this attitude, the work will be given to us and her guidance and love and presence will be undeniably always with us. The surrender is extremely difficult to achieve with the mind. To become simple, humble, throw away all pride. To be sincere, full of love and dignity for her sake and for Her. To forget the animal, forget even the humanity in us, in all. Just to be ready at every moment to fulfill her least desire, to be at her beck and call with a total self-forgetfulness, to love Her so that her interest and your interest have become identical, same, indivisible in love. This is the crown promised to us through playing with the Eternal Mother, living in her unveiled presence and radiance.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Sri Aurobindo Ashram 1977

Glory to Them

Glory to the Mother Divine
Glory to Sri Aurobindo

Ever welcome to my kneeling soul and heart in adoration.
O Secret Spirit, subtler than the subtlest as You are,
Yet You have inhabited these fragile earthen frames,
To make Yourself tangible, accessible to the soul of man.
You speak through them each word they say,
You pour through them the molten gold of an invisible Sun.
O Secret Spirit, before I caught a glimpse of Them,
Arranged by a lucky accident, like a lost tragic note
Cry moaning in the hopeless night, my desolate life
Was a tedious stretch of a wretched play,
A huge senseless waste, a perpetual gnawing affliction.
Had I not met Them and borne Their transmuting gaze,
O Secret Spirit, I could never, never have believed
That the Divine is so wonderful, all love and compassion.
Like a passionate moth burning madly
For the embrace of Fire, how my whole being
Yearns to be possessed by His Sweetness till nothing,
Nothing shall be left of the sordid amalgam that is myself.
O Secret merciful Spirit, in answer to my desperate longing,
You have pressed a tiny concealed Spring.
A flow of cleansing waters stream down from the benign Peaks,
Melt and purify the petrified filth and gloom of the ages.
My soul now deeply satisfied, a happy one-note hymn of faith,
Throbs faintly with gratitude, drowned in the symphony of Grace.
O Secret Spirit, penetrating the vast Universe and beyond,
All its nooks and corners with Your breathing Presence,
Substance of dreams, realities and abysmal mysteries,
From the most Luminous high Divinities
To the tenebrous God-denying almighties,
You are always the same intimate, nameless Supreme.
I see You, feel and touch You and hear Your voice,
Yet You are the strangest of the strangers, I have ever met.
Do I exist? It makes me laugh, such a ridiculous question.
In Your boundless unbroken changeless Self-extension,
An isotope of an old shattered atom, pulsating with hope
For the billionth of an undying second that is myself.
No, I do not exist yet this moment is rich and poignant.
O Secret Self, from You I am born, Your body’s portion, in You
I disappear like the exalted sprays
Falling back into the Ocean in suspense.
When I contemplate the endless sacred procession
Of Your fugitive names and faces on the cinerama of Time,
Then, then only I vibrate and my life even so insignificant
Glows and burns in ecstasy like a meteor in explosion.
Glory to You, my Friend, Sweetheart, Master, Guide and Queen,
Glory to Your Messengers, Emanations and Incarnations.
Glory to the earthly bodies filled with the Holy Spirit.

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Niranjan Guha Roy

I am sending you flowers

I am sending you flowers
I am sending you flowers, white flowers of peace
May they enter in your heart and appease it.

I am sending you flowers, tender and sweet flowers
May they erase all your sufferings

I am sending you flowers, a beautiful bouquet of iridescent flowers
May they transform your life in an hymn of felicity
Please receive this gift with open heart
May you be filled with its light

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Photography poem – Niranjan Guha Roy

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

The round dance of the Lord

The Round Dance of the Lord

The friendly Lord goes from door in door
With presents for all to distribute:
The peace of the eternity, the divine joy, the truth
The light of the beyond, the immortal life.
In exchange He asks with a big smile
The poisons which destroy the soul and the body,
Blind passions, anger, intolerance, desires,
Violence, enjoyments, lies, and fears.
Cursing Him, people slam the door in his face.
To a passer-by, laughingly He offers his heavenly presents.
The unfortunate runs away as if unhappily
He met the devil himself,
The Lord always smiling continues his road.
In the middle of the night, He returns with a few faithful friends.
Looking at his basket still full, they sigh:
” People do not want to see You, why do you go to meet them!
They make fun of the divine truth. “
The Lord smiles:
“As long as the people are well, they laugh at the doctor.
I always wait for the patients who suffer
In their souls in this bitter society.
People are very unhappy but hang on to the ruined life,
For how long! …A little more patience!”
Behind the disaster a magnificent Dawn is getting ready.
The Divine lives in the heart of everyone.
It is He who decides the blessed Hour.
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Niranjan Guha Roy-1996

The Children of Light

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