Mental Purity

purity
The more the mind is quiet and pure
Like the snow covered peaks of the Himalaya,
The better one understands the language of the gods.
So let us continue our exploration into the timeless, endless inner space
With luminous angels as companions
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The angel friend

Niranjan Guha Roy

Private Conversation

Private Conversation

All merciful Lord, why do You not respond to my ardent call?
Have I not obeyed Your commands in a spirit of submission without recoil?
Morning and evening and at each meal I say my prayers with devotion.
I observe the canons and fast on all sacred occasions.
Drinks I avoid and my tongue does not hanker for joy.
I carry out Your work with all my conscience,
And deny myself sleep and rest in Your service.
I have cut out pleasure and day-dreaming from my routine,
And study the Scriptures when others enjoy a dance or a picture.
No gale or fire can disturb my hours of meditation
And when I have leisure, I write poems in Your honor.
For games and recreation I have little time to spare
Yet You seem to be so indifferent to my endeavor,
That I am often tempted to give up the chase
Wondering if after all You too were not a mirage on the way.
My friend, I am so near to serve your pleasure
Yet rare is the soul who recognises me
When I knock at his door with a begging bowl,
They are too much occupied with the means to remember what they seek.
All men work driven by their own nature.
If you were a gardener, you too would grow flowers on a barren hillside.
Did you water a honeysuckle vine for my sole pleasure?
Did you ever drop a vase of porcelain in a moment of inattention
Because you saw me smiling in the mirror of the glazed floor?
Did you ever have a day when you could hardly concentrate
Because I had been laughing and humming too loudly in your brain?
Did you ever leave your duty and run out into the fields
Because you could hear me calling you from every bush and tree?
Have you ever gone without food or drink
Because nothing tasted good in my absence?
Have you ever forgotten to say your prayers at mealtime
Because you saw me in a child winking at you?
Did you even once miss your meditation
Because I had suspended the motion of the Sun and the Moon?
Did you ever think of pawning the Scriptures
To buy me some incense sticks and fresh flowers?
When you are impatiently seeking for your poems striking rhythms
Did you notice me waiting patiently to have a word with you?
When you passed by your unfortunate sister, avoiding her as a snake
Did you not feel a pang in your heart for insulting the Creator?
If you keep away from the pictures and dances
And do not participate in games and tournaments,
How will you hear my laughter mingled with voices?
If you do not wrestle with me out of fear or respect
Then from where will you get the strength to bear my descent?
When you were busy improvising melodic movements for your music
Did you notice me going away from the hall feeling unwanted?
I do not want to be an idol in a temple,
I want friends and comrades.
Love me, I am your bond-slave as long as will last the play.
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Niranjan Guha Roy 19560

The Supreme Inhabitant

the descent

The Lord who lives in all the living forms is a tireless architect. The story of the evolution is the unbroken search of the Lord  in quest of a house with more light, space  and fresh air. He is building a new serie of houses more in accordance with his celestial taste.Those amongst men who are conscious of the Supreme Inhabitant in their own body and in the body of others, may be, are those new houses, the legendary tabernacles.The Lord in His great wisdom is manifesting in the world His new habitations more welcoming to the new Light.

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Niranjan Guha Roy

The Refuge

The Refuge

In this difficult and dangerous world
We must take refuge at the feet of the Mother,
Pray and seek Her protection.
She is always with us in the mystic heart.
In the peace of a silent mind
We can hear Her smiling voice
And follow Her luminous guidance.
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Niranjan Guha roy

The Leader

The Leader

O Mother, who shall ever sound the mystery of Your fathomless Love?
If only the blind and the lame and the mutilated and the profane
Knew the omnipotence they harbor in their breast, all would change.
The hungry dog whining in the rain is made from a deathless substance.
The furious bull straddling across the path is the Lord Himself.
The nubile princess luxuriating in the revelry of senses
Crystallises for an opulent instant the potency of Your transcendence.
Death, too, is the soul’s cosy tavern for the night
In its long strenuous walk towards an immortal life.
Seen under a serene light, each face is a sculptured poise of the Formless.
On the bosom of rocks a fiery joy is engraved, compassion animates cruel Fate.
A handful of earth becomes the palpitating heart of the All-Beautiful.
A glass-bead, an orange peel reveal That which has no name.
Transparent eyes recount epic tales of heroic conquests
With God as the only witness.
Unknown to the beings,
The spirit in them yearns and communes with the Reality.
The humblest soul sojourns nightly to its home
Beyond the mystic shores sealed off by a deep sleep.
The muffled ecstasy of life in the porphyry,
The gamut of passion in the mimosa,
Ease of movement and careless exuberance in a fawn, the majesty of a swan,
A rapture and a harmony that elevate man on sudden occasions,
Mark the early trajectory of Your assault on the yet unconquered peaks.
Now soft and sweet and tender, now adamantine, relentless and tyrannical,
You change the technique according to the nature of Your subject.
The sails resistant to the strong winds of Your grace
Take the vessel to its destination through a contrary process.
Baptism of fire purifies the ore, transmutes the sordid into sublime.
Weak with the weakling, subtle with the cunning, comedian with the fool,
Lover with the beloved, Master with the servant, Teacher with the disciple,
Kali to the strong, Krishna to Your comrades, Mother to Your children,
You draw each one to Your breast through roads that seem to deviate.
If a lotus could appear in a corner of this lifeless Universe,
Wonder not, O soul,
Should a new race possess the Earth with the Mother as Leader.
The impossible becomes inevitable
Through the miracle of a boundless Love.
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Niranjan Guha Roy