To the Wonder Spirit

O wonder Spirit of beauty, joy and harmony

Asleep in the mystic chamber of the aspiring soul,

Awake and spread wide your peaceful wings

On our warring passions, senseless thoughts and actions

Let our mind be a vast sanctuary  of unbroken felicity

Let our emotions be warm and sustained notes of vibrating strings

.Let our actions be at good times, at odd times, a symphony of solidarity.


O wonder Spirit of beauty, joy and harmony

Strip away our heart, mind, body and soul,

The hard layers of ugly violence, endless cruel suffering

And release the dancing fountains of sparkling song and  laughter.

We are as yet only partly divine even at our greatest summit moments

Waning and waxing like the moon, ever unreliable, inconstant.

The human retreats slowly before the steadily growing Light within.

The age-gold prophetic manifests of the kingdom of God on earth.


O wonder Spirit of beauty

Your active presence is now a reality.

A new muted race still wearing the human face glowing with the psychic Fire

Appears on the horizon to change this nightmare

Into an exquisit radiant dream.

Douce Mère 21 February


You send down the rays of a New Sun

Penetrating our brain, 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 , blissful

Compassionate Sovereign of our life.


The Mystic Dance


When I look at the dark night, I wonder.
Myriads of stars hiding the sleeping God inside,
Waiting to blossom one day as the dry countryside after a rain.
God sleeps in the stone, in bricks, wood and metals,
He rises from the grassy lands with his assuring hands,
He lies under our feet, undisturbed, lives in all the bodies as a Guest.
The inter-galactic space is filled with his life-giving breath.
The sun, moon and the stars and the void,
The million varieties of living forms, invisible beings,
Incalculable forces and movements, broken glasses veil God,
The only indivisible Reality,
In whom there is no past, success, failure or future, timeless,
Filling all time yet not occupying any space, not even a point,
Overflowing the infinite boundless expanses,
In whom there is nothing far, in time or space,
No life or death, none other than himself, companionless,
Ever fulfilled, a bodiless marvel, an inexhaustible opulent existence,
An ocean in movement, a stillness unimaginable.

Myriads of candles twinkling on water, drifting, swirling in circles,
Each one a mighty mystery, an undiminished absolute monarch.
An ever-pure, immaculate splendour holding all in a strong embrace.
Unending dramas on an inscrutable, immobile, constantly shifting,
Rotating, floating deck, sweeping gales, uncontrolled outbursts,
Felicitous eruptions, geysers of perennial light and sweetness,
The mystic dance of the Mother
On the heaving bosom of the Lord in trance.


Niranjan Guha Roy