Remembrance - To Douce Mère

Douce Mère

Once in an evening class, You mentioned that You were no poet.
But when I read Your prayers ,
I feel the rythm, beauty and imagery of the noblest poetry,
Transporting the soul on its inspired wings to the heart of Mystery.

When I think of Your simple acts and gestures,
I see in them the majesty and greatness of a mystic ritual
Having incalculable spiritual consequences in the history of Time.

When I look at Your drawings and sketches,
I see the soul emerging by the prodigious economy of a few master lines.

When I listen to Your music,
I feel that each phrase is a divine motif for a magnificent symphony.

When I think of You,
All I know is that the Mother is noble and that I belong to Her forever.

I haven't seen any piece of sculpture done by You,
But I meet constantly living souls sculptured by Your hand.

I haven't seen any architecture designed by You,
But I get a glimpse of the wonderful New Haeven that You have created in Your vision.

My whole being lies prostrate at Your feet.


Niranjan Guha Roy

To the Awakened Soul

Frightened souls in search of Light
Fall very often in misleading steps,
Get lost, intoxicated in enchanted labyrinths.
Bright reflexion in a dewdrop of a hidden sun
Holds them prisoners.

O you, awakened soul, call the Haeven to guide you.
The road is long, hard, strewn with a thousand dangers.
Be without ambition, transparent as a diamond.
Examine yourself mercilessly, throw far away your old coat.
Plunge inside, far, far, far in the depths of your mystic heart,
There, find the sacred divine Fire.
Let the divine Force transform the natural man into a rising god.

Become the flame which lights the inanimate candles,
The lighthouse which brings hope in the hopeless night,
A constant link between the haeven and the earth.
Even though our days are counted,
It is necessary to dig, to dig, and to dig again.

The Mother waits for us with all Her sweetness.
You are an immortal soul in a temporary mould.
Even though the body falls exhausted, it does not matter, O pilgrim.
Your soul will return in a more resistant sheath,
Will resume the unfinished task , to dig , to dig.

May your beautiful and generous soul
Emerge henceforth in the Eternity.
Watched by the white peaks, the huge lilies of Himalayas.


Niranjan Guha Roy

The Psychic Being

The psychic being will radiate the divine peace and harmony as a rosebush fills the garden with its fragrance.

The only way to become so is a total and unreserved surrender of our whole being to the Mother Divine.

Niranjan Guha Roy