Painting - The being of light

the psychic being

A being of light is slowly emerging with all his beauty and power
To take the place of an old race vanishing into the past.
A being of light is slowly penetrating the earth atmosphere
Influencing the whole planet in silence.
A world of light is slowly advancing towards towards us,
Almost unnoticed, transforming, changing the entire earth.
A being of Light one day will take possession of the earth
Chasing away all shadows and darkness, death and suffering.
May that day come soon
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Painting and quotation Niranjan Guha Roy

Prayer and adoration

i adoration

A single prayer dominates and fills my heart,
O Mother Divine of incomparable beauty, infinite,
May we love You , serve You in all beings living or gone,
Because You live in all forms animate or inanimate.
Thus our life will be a perpetual adoration
Of the Supreme Lord and the Mother Divine so good and smiling.
This is the true way to live the life divine.
No particular place, no special organisation, no favorable atmosphere,
No clement weather, no auspicious exterior condition
Are necessary to love You.
We can love You everywhere
In  total freedom.
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Niranjan Guha Roy 2003

The Soul

The Soul

The soul is neither Indian, nor French, nor dark, nor yellow
It is divine, has no country, no nationality, no religion, no colour.
It is an immortal portion of the Divine taking part in a world - play.
At every new birth, it puts on a new costume and plays its new role.
Forgetting its past, it acts as if it had always been the same person -
The present role for it, is the ultimate reality - such is the yoga-maya.
The soul retains the souvenir in its depths but man is unaware of it.
When he becomes aware of the soul, through yoga, by the divine Grace,
The entire earth-life seems to him a horrible demented game.
Today’s mortal enemies were close friends in other forgotten lives.
There are only different costumes, there is no one eternally Indian,
French, German, Chinese, American, African, Christian, Hindu,
Muslim Buddhist, an Atheist, a Pagan, a Priest, a criminal or a demon.
The soul in its ascension towards the Divine, takes delight in playing
Any number of roles by far surpassing all we can imagine.
When man becomes conscious of his soul, through thousands of rebirths
He recognises the immortal divine inhabitant in the house of clay,
All are to him, eternal comrades, more intimate than blood relations.
To him, they are all his own family, inseparable by time or space.
Each face bears a special trait of the One forever veiled.
All these insane wars, stupid division, ego-driven chaos and destruction,
Must cease one day with the awakening of the soul in man.
The auspicious hour has come, The Mother is restoring our sight.
An utter surrender to the Mother Divine will render the veil
And release the Sadhak in the daylight no longer followed by night.
The kingdom of God on earth promised from old times will now materialise
There will be peace and harmony, joy of progress, song and laughter everywhere.

Listen to the Mother's call

Listening

Listen to the Mother's call

Mother Divine ,
I hear an urgent call, reveille at Dawn,
A message for Thy children, drums and cymbals,
An order of the day to each soldier on the front,
Summons to courage and decision, great jubilation,
A familiar voice, silver laughter and ringing bells,
Soft footfall of the approaching New Creation.
“O Pioneer of the Gnostic evolution,
Prophetic dreams, hopes and promises
Fulfil. Herald God’s reign. Millenniums await Thy advent.
Carry out My will, cleave new broadways to divine Ecstasy
Through ravines, fields and mountains. Shape Paradise on Nature’s soil .
Die, O Seeker bound to ego, enamoured of vanity, thy star has set.
Forget the charming frailties, burn in the blaze of the New Sun rising,
And be the twice-born, awake to the Reality, the knower of the Brahman.
Assert thy birthright, accomplish thy mission.
Live for Me, by Me and in Me from now on.
Open wide thy spirit to the incoming Light.
Be My instrument, bright and transparent,
Moved by the Truth above
Beyond the dubious circle of reasoning.
I shall embrace the world with thy eyes,
Pour My love on it through thy heart divinised
And from the capital of thy soul convince it
Of lasting peace and harmony, sheer joy of living in the Spirit.
O Mortal, welcome the Eternal in thy frame of body, life and mind.
The Lord has set His saving seal on thy Destiny.
Arise, demand and receive in this supreme Hour of Grace.”
O Sweet Mother, make me, break me, do as Thou wilt.
My whole being lies prostrate at Thy feet.
Deepen our vision of the One Divine, awaken the sleeping Psyche.
Widen the orbit of our flight in the new dimensions of understanding.
Change our faltering steps into spontaneous movements of faith.
Replace our groping and search in a blind alley
With the unhindered vista of revealing sight,
In our sleep, our waking and when the moon is on the wane.
Remould us in Thy truth-vision of the Real,
O Sculptress of perfection and God’s design.
O veiled Bride of Eternity, effulgent Beauty,
Were it only for an instant unveil Thy mystic Face
And lead the soul across the perilous line
Beyond which all is Supreme Felicity.
Preside, ancient Priestess, at the altar of life
And carry to the Master of Sacrifice,
Our humble offering, a chalice of Gratitude
Filled with the yearning for Oneness,
Right to live and love under a golden sky.
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Poem Niranjan Guha Roy -1960
Illustration Christine Alkov