The descent of the Divine Force in us - the permanent High Way
The Mother of Beauty and Harmony descends on earth through the sunlit Haevens
Opens the golden gate at the summit of man's ascension
Shattering the high fortress walls that protect us from Self-vision.
The little pond is merged on the Ocean, the spark in the conflagration.
Our errant thoughts now extend their probe in the far corner of Infinity
And return through the sacred air laden with exotic perfume.
Our reason that seldom arrived at the right conclusion
Now sees the divine intention in a trembling leaf.
There is no more clash or striving, nature obeys the Lord's Will?
Mortals share the Immortal's vision and God acts through men.
Awakened the coiled serpent energy at the base of the spine rises higher and higher
To greet the majestic, luminous descent.
The golden cascade comes down the column of soaring fire ,
Descends down the legs into the soil of the planet,
Digs deeper and deeper through layers of stark resisting darkness,
Pierces the rocky shoals to reach the hidden fountain of the Night,
Transforms the sleeper in the unconsciousness into a wakeful adventurer,
Rises with its divine message through the twelve doors of the soul
And builds the permanent High Way joining the far ends of the being.
Our bodies become the lodge of the Spirit.
Our speech and chants shall give an audible form to the intangible Mystery,
Incarnate bodiless beauty in song and poetry
And deliver the Psyche imprisoned behind the tangle of our emotions
The immortal Flame burning on the altar of the marble Chapel
Where Thou abidest with flowers on Thy hand
Will show us the way
Niranjan Guha Roy
The Real Idea
The Mother is an embodiment of perfection in the world of relativity
Whatever She does or She says is a frontal aspect of truth.
All Her words, if ever even a fragment is conserved by a chronicler, are statements of the Supreme Truth.
Each word, each action is an eternity expressed in the infinitesimal.
Whatever She does is to prepare us, to lead us to light.
There is nothing like "rejected by the Divine," because there is nothing which is not Divine.
I can see in the space-time continuum, in this cosmos of relativity and mutability,
each point in time and space has got the Real-Idea working in its heart .
Only in time in the field of space, the Real-Idea slowly reveals itself eternally and ever progressing.
At each point I see the eternity and the infinity.
I see such a concrete and massive unity that nothing is really separate and there is nothing like separate movement.
It is utterly one movement, supported by one consciousness and working out one purpose.
In this field of unity, that which helps to maintain the separative knowledge or knowledge of a limited self
to the exclusion of all others is the Maya, the Yoga Maya of the Divine.
This is the splendour of splendours,
the supreme miracle being one and yet to be entirely, exclusively and eloquently separate and different,
to be concentrated on a simple self in a field of myriad selves.
Niranjan Guha Roy