My God Wonderful

My God Wonderful

All the bodies are bodies of God,
His mutable forms filled with His immutable Presence.
He is the conscious enjoyer of all forms of existence.
When man was absent on earth, God was fully present
In all hundred million bodies of dinosaurs and dragons.
Nothing can ever live without His breath,
The boundless fathomless bliss which sustains all existence.
The forms are made of His immortal substance.
This stupendous universe in His body,
The cobweb of His imagination.
Space and Time are elements of His Consciousness
To spin His yarn unfolding in the nothingness of Eternity.
All is His play with Himself split, sectioned, fractioned
In incalculable fragments, yet each particle
Contains some magnificence of the whole Divine.
No form however perfect can ever manifest the entire Reality.
Yet some incarnations reflect the supernal Glory
As the dark blue ocean seized and ravished by the resplendent moon.
All creatures are habitations of the Lord.
At His pleasure He changes His domicile,
The supreme Artist and Architect of the Creation
He designs and executes the plans of His vision.
He is the unsleeping wakeful dreamer
Enjoying a peaceful long night of rest
In His innumerable ever-changing mansions
Seemingly durable yet having a programmed span of reliability,
To avoid the monotony of a landscape frozen in immobility.
Who art Thou, O Wonderful Master of the house of my life?
Am I a fiction, a figment of Thy imagination!
Who cares! Thou, O wonderful Lord art only real,
I am an ephemeral spark thrown out by an Effulgent Sun.
This marvelous split-second of my life is filled with Thy Glory.

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Niranjan Guha Roy -1993

The Courageous Soul

The Courageous Soul

Very often there is an unrelenting battle between our deepest aspiration and our outer being. Sometimes it become a life and death struggle for the issue involved is serious, that is to say, if our soul wins, then there is likelihood of a most radical change in our life. But this emergence of the soul is being resisted by the established forces in the evolution. Read more


The Endless Quest

The Endless Quest

Oasis

O Friend, intimate as Thou art, my constant companion,
I can neither give Thee a name nor paint Thy outline
Nor confine Thee in any manifestation.
Ages I have spent looking for Thee,
A drop of water in the midst of Ocean,
While Thou wert all around, encircling me with Thy Love,
Pressing me from above, upholding me from below,
And forcing Thy way from within outwards,
Like the joy of a blossoming rosebud
Which cannot be contained anymore.
O Spirit eternal, a million universes rise and dance and disappear
Without affecting the solitary Majesty of Thy timeless splendor.
Ideal beauty, love and loyalty, perfumes and jewelry
Displayed in the shop windows on the beach of time
Vanish like low-lying mud islands swept away by Thy tidal grandeur.
Thy existence is more real and concrete to my perception
Than my own being, than the woman I kiss or the child I hold in my arms.
The basalt and the granite appear thinner than the morning mist
In the massive all-pervading presence of Thy Reality.
These names and images shine for a moment
On the firmament of Thy transcendence,
A cavalcade of ritual symbol-figures of Thy bodiless limitless wonder.
Who can tell me where the dream stops and the waking begins?
Who can separate the true from the false?
Heartbeat of my heartbeat, life of my life, body of my body,
Yet a greater stranger than Thee, I shall never meet.
Each time I try to pull Thee in, O Denizen of the deep,
Thou remainest as ever unseen, tantalising,
Beckoning the soul to an irresistible danger, pursuit and delight.
Each new probe, each new dive into the hidden reaches of the Infinite
Brings surprise conquest, a death and rebirth into a greater Adventure.
We proceed from one aim to a greater apocalypse,
From faint to a deeper hue,
From a poor joy to a fuller bliss in an endless ascending series.
Constantly we wake up in a new dawn, a new revelation,
Only to find that the glorious Godhead of the day before
Was but the travesty of the imperishable, Invisible Sun.
There is always an unexplored panorama
Beyond the last transformation.
The highest summit conquered reveals a yet undiscovered peak.
Thou hast revealed to my soul
Thy seamless conscious immensities,
Dizzy heights packed with condensed Light,
Depths which refuse to give up their wealth,
Dangerous rushing seas where the being unaware
Slips into an abyss of ecstasy.
The visible and the subtle have become One
In a Super mystery which none shall penetrate.
Where is the Hell painted by the poets?
And the dungeon shut out from Light and Compassion?
There are no walls, no closed cells,
No fortress of hatred and violence,
Nothing that can offer resistance
To the constant shower of Thy Grace.
The ugly and the sordid have miraculously left the stage.
I have surprised the Hunchback of Notre Dame behind the curtain.
The marvelous Guest in each being
Cleaves forward through time and fate.
He will arrive at the banquet when the hour shines.
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Niranjan Guha Roy

Illusive Wonder

Illusive Wonder

Illusive Wonder

This tiny sparkling flower on the roadside,
That magnificent Goddess holding the mighty titans at bay,
The explosive fire consuming a star-city in a flash,
The abandoned peasant girl giving birth to a child under a tree,
The black water fowl living with its chicks among the tall rushes,
The brave soul struggling for life stricken with a deadly fate,
Fascinating faces, bewitching limbs of incredible heavenly loveliness,
The heartless monster crushing a crowd into a paste,
The gorgeous display of shifting colours in the northern sky,
The haunting music of a wild, ecstatic violin,
The unending pageant of epic dramas enacted through eternal time,
Intoxicated million waves on a boundless ocean of light,
Only deepen the Mystery to a point of stone-numbness in my soul.
Small carnations, shooting quasars and the unforgettable smiles
Are hopeless inadequate symbols and provocative hints of That One.
An ant wants to cross the Sahara,
A dew-drop hopes to live in the mansion of the Sun,
The night aspires to see the face of Day, her God.
O Illusive Wonder whom no form could contain or express,
O Marvellous intimate unattainable Splendour, O friendly Stranger,
Accept the salutations of a grateful flicker
Of a nonexistent flame.

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Poem Niranjan Guha Roy
Illustration Christine Alkov