meditation- prayer - Om Tat Sat

May Your sovereignly benevolent Will be realised by the manifestation of a world of truth, peace and divine harmony

May our surrender become total, perfect without any personal preference.

All is eternally the Divine, one and infinitely multiple. Each one is Thyself. You are at the center of each one and all. Whatever be the change, the Substance is always the same.
Om tat sat
Everything existing on earth, natural or created by men is the earth itself under different forms. Your Presence in each and all, everywhere behind the most obscur beings, the deguises, deformations, the terrifying forces, the dynamic energies in perpetual changes even in the void and the nothingness is the only constant reality. How can You manifest such a beauty, tenderness, power in some fragile earthen vessels so ephemeral! What a wonderful spectacle, stupefying, endless passes at each instant in front of our soul as witness.

O Magician, Om Mahamaya paramarahasyamayi-amrita chaitanyamayi ananté.
All those actors and actresses each one playing their roles on the scene are Yourself innumerable.

There are still moments of forgetfulness and we fall in an abyss of abscurity. There are still a very great quantity of weeds in the consciousness, a huge work remains to be done and this is why I adress to You this prayer:

May I see You more and more with Your own eyes.
May I let You spreak through my mouth, love through my heart.
You have become the absolute adored Master of my consciousness, of my existence
You are my beatific paradise, the ocean of eternal peace beauty, harmony, felicity.

Carry me in Your current atccording to Your Will
Be without pity if I loose the way. Put me back forcefully on the track of grace
Be free with me. I want to belong entirely to You outside, inside at all moments.
You are the supreme benediction in the life of each and all

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Niranjan Guha Roy 2000

 

 


meditation on the Supreme Lord and His play

O Lors Supreme, You do not come or go away. You are eternal, infinite, always trying to fathom Your own depths.
There is no one else but Yourself, You are All.
This world manifestation is Your fanciful play.
O Lord Supreme, Thou art all, each one, everyone now and ever. There is no one apart from Thee here or anywhere.

O happy earth, you are no other than the Lord himself

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All is Thy play... an eternal unending Felicity binds us all in Thy embrace.
Amazement upon amazement piled sky high, blissful.

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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.
When I contemplate the endless sacred procession of Your fugitive names and faces on the screen of Time,
Then only I vibrate and my life even so insignificant glows and burns in ecstasy like a meteor in explosion.

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You send down the rays of a new Sun penetrating our bain, every cell of our body.As our surrender grows, You pour Yourself more and more into our heart, mind, body and soul and become the luminous, compassionate sovereign of our life.

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When we feel the thrill of immortal bliss in all touches, when we see nothing, no one but the supreme auspicious divine Presence, then and then only we are free.

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O traveller of the highway, sit back, pray, leave the controls to the Driver. A supremely conscious power has chosen these clay images to live in them And transform the mud gradually to express some bliss of the Brahman.

O traveller of the highway, sit back, pray, leave the controls to the Driver.
A supremely conscious power has chosen these clay images to live in them
And transform the mud gradually to express some bliss of the Brahman

The universe is Your conscious self-becoming, self-discovery. In the minutest cells, You are present with Your omnipotence.

Our individual life is a gradual flowering of Your dreams yet unrealised, a long experiment, how to transform this mud, this fragile image, so precarious, so uncertain, so hopelessly weak into a deathless radiant godhead conscious of the One in all creation. It is not our effort however wonderful that can alter our destiny. Your unsleeping force works with an all-seeing wisdom in all, in each soul through ages transforming the dark elements into gold. These clay images can hardly support the least heat of Your fire. Yet behind these brittle vases, something slowly takes shape, the promise of a bright Godhead, a slow revealing outline, an unpolished encrusted glowing shadow of Your grandeur.

The outer casing becomes stronger at every birth to house the treasure. We live in the illusion of running the show while being driven. As the inner light escapes more and more, illumines the clay image,the mud house inhabited by a secret Divinity, the outer man suddenly becomes wise, clairvoyant, realises his nothingness. An unbelievable change comes over him – the master becomes slave. The frail house becomes conscious of the immortal heavenly Guest. The role is reversed : the indwelling Godhead openly takes the lead. The Mother Divine pours in the growing soul more and more her fire, her nectar, her transmuting Power in carefully calculated flow for the earthen jar unbaked, risks a breakdown with overdose.

Om Devi, sarvamangala, vijaya paramakatyanmayi janani saranam mama.

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Niranjan Guha Roy


Prayer to the Mother Divine -Build me a golden bridge over the gulf of Thy heart and mine. I know of no other heaven but that honeyed land of divine love.

Build me a golden bridge over the gulf of Thy heart and mine. I know of no other heaven but that honeyed land of divine love. Let Thy heart fill mine so that I am no longer "I" but Thou manifested through Thy love. I am not here to dig the mysterious depths and climb unknown heights and explore unmapped regions of high altitudes. I know Thy heart as the supreme Secret, the nucleus, the focal point, the very heart and love of the Supreme Being. The secret of secrets, the joy of joys, the Ananda of ananda, the supreme beatific Love. The all transmuting love flows out in a divine effulgence. The gold mine, diamond quarry, the mysterious lotus is there. Thy heart, the purple passion fruit of the eternity - the Love that forever is there. The supreme abode, the eternal child's playground where the All can find a shelter and yet leave unexhausted that maternal love. The dynamis of the created world is first energised in that Heart and then thrown out, but they cannot find an existence outside that circle of Love. Open our eyes Mother and let all our movements flow from the Great Heart - the mysterious lotus bud.

Thy Love is infinite, make my thirst for Thy Love too infinite. Be it an eternal unquenchable thirst - my heart a sahara aspiring for the moist - visitations of Thy Love.

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Niranjan Guha Roy


The key to the new life is a total surrender and opening to the descending rays of the eternal Sun. Nothing else matters

I have a glimpse of a new life which is far, far away from the human life at its best. It is to live in the living presence of the Divine all the time, unbound by anything in life. Free from the animal which dominates us, free from my humanity. To possess and be possessed by Something which I can only call true light, peace, harmony, beauty and that Presence which is in all and beyond all. That which is truly Love, the only one Love. The Key is a surrender as total as  possible, an aspiration, an opening to the descending rays of an eternal Sun. Nothing else matters.  These descending rays, the divine Force pouring down from above into the being, only this power has the capacity to transform our humanity, our human consciousness into the divine consciousness. This is the transmuting Force. All our effort and discipline lead to this opening. When we can feel consciously the Divine Force pouring down into our mind, free from desire and tension in the vital, to be passive and aspiring in the body ‑‑ the whole being just opens like a thirsty vase, which prays and waits for the divine Nectar to fall from Above. The culmination of sadhana and personal effort is this wide and constant opening to the descending rays, to the transmuting force of the transcendent Mother Divine. Nothing else matters. All the human ideals and their pursuit are far far behind. A new Sun has appeared in the heaven, a new force unknown hitherto or just glimpsed by the Vedic Rishis has entered in the evolution as a most dynamic transforming divine agent. It works for peace, harmony and the widest possible unity. All that man has dreamed will be realised solely by the action of this Force. Our exclusive sacred duty and work is to arrive at the point when the center at the crown of head, the centers between the eyebrows and in the throat, the heart center, the two vital centers and the center at the base of the spine and other centers generally unknown in the legs and beyond must gradually open from highest downwards and receive the influx from above. How it happens and in what order and by what agency of discipline, even what it does are not very clear at least at the beginning. All we know is that the contact with the supraconscient divine consciousness has been established and the mind must be silent, the vital peaceful, even the body passive to receive and assimilate this Force. Wherever there is the minutest opening in the being, the power will come in as a sublimating force. In the least it will awaken an aspiration for a beautiful, harmonious, truly refined human life in beauty, peace, harmony. There is one essential condition so that this Force can begin to act: an intense, uncompromising aspiration for a Divine Life however vague our idea of it may be. A total recoil and unacceptance of human consciousness as it is even at its best, of the animality and humanity in us and an unconditional willingness to do anything and everything, whatever tapasya or discipline is required in order to receive this Force. Sri Aurobindo has outlined the conditions in an extremely precise and powerful form in "The Mother". There He has stated briefly in the form of mantras the process and the culmination, the final state of identity with the divine Mother Force through the tearing of the veil of ignorance and constant pouring down of the divine Consciousness from above. This opening to the descending rays of the Supreme Mother is the gateway to the divine life that is being born.

Niranjan Guha Roy


Hymn to the Secret Spirit

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 one 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 coul never, never have believed
That the Divine is so wonderful, all love and compassion.
Like a passionate moth burning madly for the embrace of the Fire,
How my whole being yearns to be possesesed 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 hymb of faith
Throbs faintly with gratitude, drowned in the symphony of Grace.

O Secret Spirit,
Penetrating the vast universe 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 shatytered 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 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, incarnations
Glory to the earthly bodies filled with the Holy Spirit.

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one constant theme, the body and its transformation

As you have noticed, I am changing plans as often as the moon changes its position. But all through, there is one theme, which is constant ‑, the body and its transformation to whatever degree possible by spiritual and material means. Read more


Aspiration, Meditation

There is only the eternal Presence.
The Force pours into the veins, its breath perfumes the house of life,

The light as a river floods the body and the spirit,
Its joy delights our days and nights, makes forget the torments of the pain.
Its consciousness penetrates into the dark and deep layers of our multiple being.
The known earth evaporates in the magnificence of a divine existence.

The suffocated fish endowed with wings flies away in a free sky.
The man compressed by the heavy matter appears dazzled in the eternal Light

O, Mother Divine,
Make of the house of our life Your permanent Home.
May our life be an enormous fire of love for the Divine.

Allow that in all the sounds and noise
I listen only to Your reassuring voice,
I perceive only Your mystic Presence spread as an ocean around me.
I feel only a single vibration inside, outside
You, You, infinitely You

Espoir - Hope

All is quiet within.At last the Spirit in me looks at the Eternal Spirit, relieved.

The veil is cut to ribbons, transparent, as if it never existed.
The huge restless noisy machine driven by an unquiet will
Has fallen asleep apparently and is now only a silent energy,
A smooth flowing current in harmony with million other forces,
All moving willingly, unwillingly, some happy, others struggling,
Driven by a conscious power, to work out even without knowing
The divine plan eternally unfolding for the sheer pleasure
Of some wonderful Creator in search of novelties.

All is quiet within!

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meditation - everything is divine

Everything is divine. Everything is You,
There is only You, Lord.
All melts in a vast symphony of love without body,
A hymn of gratitude on the gentle breast
Of the infinite Mother.

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May our entire being become the adoring violon, piano or flute
waiting for the swooning touch of the Master.
Lost in the Master, an intolerable ecstasy is our reward.
O mind, be peaceful and spread out to Infinity.
O heart be calm and contain the Ocean of Felicity.
O my poor body, don’t break down or get burnt under the pression of the Heaven.
O the supreme joy of non existence
What a comfort to know that I do not exist
Only That and That alone is forever

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