Spiritual Unity-Let us concentrate on the Divine and allow Him to do his work in us and shape us in his vision into beautiful instruments to play his sonatas, concertos and symphonies.

As I am entering more and more in the true consciousness, becoming more and more aware of the Divine, more and more I am moving away from the human affairs and the human world.  Our life and action are natural expressions of our state of consciousness.  An ant lives the life of an ant.  A sparrow builds its nest without learning how to do it from anybody.  In short, man cannot be anything but man as long as he lives in the mental, vital consciousness. Of course, there are gradations within the human consciousness - from the animal man to the enlightened man, but the fundamental character of man, the mental being remains unaltered.  He lives in duality, in division and a separatist consciousness.  Good and bad, ugly and beautiful, kind and cruel, selfish and unselfish, life and death, etc., ad infinitum.  The very substance of mind is based on division and its highest effort is to construct a unity and oneness.  By its very nature, it is impossible for mind to achieve any unity.  Whereas in the spiritual consciousness, Oneness, indivisible Oneness, the One who is All, the all-containing, all-pervading Spirit, is the very substance of the consciousness.  When you live in the spiritual consciousness there is no conflict, no division, but a natural Oneness, an infinite Presence manifested in countless forms and bodies.  Man's consciousness by its very nature is conflictual - a constant clash of interests on a thousand levels, mental, vital, material, cultural, religious, political, etc., with others and within himself.  So man, unless he rises to a spiritual consciousness will always suffer the consequences of his limited and divided consciousness.  There is only one solution to all the problems individual and collective - to rise to a luminous consciousness above the mind.   Our only work is to establish in ourselves the spiritual consciousness as solidly, as totally as possible.   As more and more souls enter the spiritual life and try to realise the great Ideal set before us by the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, a new world emerges, governed by unity and harmony and divine love.  This new world will have a purifying, tranquilizing effect on the human world.  So if we are truly concerned with the well-being of humanity, then, we ourselves must embody the unitary divine consciousness and manifest it through peace and harmony and divine love.  In other words, if we want to save the world, then we must practice the yoga sincerely and intensely in our life.  To work for saving an untransformed humanity cannot be a wise undertaking.  With the descending light of the Sspramental consciousness, the earth will be purified.  What cannot change will gradually disappear.  That portion of humanity which will be able to receive and assimilate the Light, will be gradually transformed.

Let us concentrate on the Divine and allow Him to do his work in us and shape us in his vision into beautiful instruments to play his sonatas, concertos and symphonies.

1991 N Guha Roy

 


When Thou art there, what need have I of anthing else!

When Thou art there ,what need have I of anything else,
Foy You are the unimaginable, inexhaustible Splendor
And Treasure eternal infinite.
Give us shelter in a little corner of Your mansion,
Boundless, immeasurable, timeless, breathing living body
Of the bodiless One.

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Amazement upon amazement piled sky high, blissful.
O Lord, Thou art all, each one, everyone and ever.
There is no one apart from Thee here or anywhere.
All is Thy play.
An eternal unending felicity binds us all in Thy embrace

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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.

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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, the unique Reality, infinite, eternal,
The ever triumphant Sweet Mother and Her own incalculable selves,
Then and then only we are free.

 

N. Guha Roy


Two giant stars have touched the earth during a century

Two giant stars have touched the earth
During a century, irradiated all that exists,
Raised hurricanes, waves high as mountains,
Swept continents, calmed the madness of men,
Widened narrow spirit, freed the soul of the earth,
Sowed golden seeds in striving hearts.

The endless painful night of falsehood ends.
A new sun appears in the sky of the soul
Which always shines and never sleeps.
These stars went away far, very far.
The earth is covered with their golden, radiant dust.
But Glory is not any more there,
Magnificence is only a recollection.
By the window of the dream, one can again catch
Some beams of the disappeared Light, some outlines
Of this Epiphany, this sublime drama which takes place
Unnoticed, in occult, inaccessible domains to the mortal.

The Mother is always present,
Smiling in front of the awakened soul

N. Guha Roy


Someone great mysterious, illusive, irresistible fascinating lives in the flickering flame of a death-bound body. Who is this one who shines through the opaque clay?

Someone great mysterious, illusive, irresistible fascinating lives in the flickering flame of a death-bound body. Who is this one who shines through the opaque clay? Who is that miracle holding together this ephemeral frame of flesh and bones, this brittle animated skeleton of deathless hope!
What a marvellous face with mobile eyes, brows, lips and cheeks reflecting a thousand moods of an open boundless colourful ocean and far more, love and hate, tenderness and crimson fury of passion, peace of eternity, blazing fire of angry heavens, painful sunsets and the rapture of rising suns, and that bewitching beauty of a smile, that magic flash of a paralysing delight which leaves each time strong indelible ravine-marks on the polished granite of my memories.

O Unseizable Wonder peering at me from every corner unseen, piercing my body-cells and nerves with javelins of felicity sharp and sweet, Your gaze of ravishing mystery calling me from every eyes on every side, allow me to live always in Your company and become divine as You are.

You give me so much and ever more, I have no place to store. My world is overflowing with Your priceless bounty.
As a shameless beggar, I have knocked hard at Your door. You have opened the floodgates of Your love and blessings pouring on me, drowning me, sweeping and driving me along towards some challenging long-term delightful adventure.

Let Your Love, the greatest Power in creation be my sole Guide,
Love that ignores all boundaries, compels people to unite, work together
To build a new world free from violence, a world of peace and harmony,
A world growing everyday more conscious of its unique divine Origin.
Let Your Love that heals, purifies, works in silence be my only Force

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Niranjan Guha Roy


White dreams, blue dreams, my golden dreams

White dreams, blue dreams, my golden dreams…
I see a magic city rise amidst barren cliffs,
Cathedrals replace the hills, children blossom in fields,
Perennial rivers flow through the hungry desert lips,
Little springs push aside giant boulders of granite.
I see priceless diamonds mingled with broken glass and odd bits.
Adieu, black dreams, adieu sad and somber dreams,
Come blue dreams, white dreams, come happy golden dreams.

Inheritors of Bliss, we can toy with pain and death,
Born out of Love, we must savor its poignant shades
Assured of our single Origin, we sever the roots from the Tree.

The real becomes an illusion with each new awakening.
Each grain of sand in a galaxy contains another star city.
The night conceals in her robes an ever-new unborn sun.
Each waking is a deeper dream,
A blue dream, a white dream and a golden dream.

N. Guha Roy


Some teps on the Way of the Integral Yoga

Written by Niranjan Guha Roy  at Sri Aurobindo Ashram  in 1980

When I first came to the Ashram, to settle down in 1946, I had  one single clear aspiration: to realise the Divine.  I was aware of some absolute Being all around me, infinite and eternal, but I had no contact with It.  Then, by the grace of the Mother Divine, I followed a dangerous and extremely challenging path of yoga.  There were periods of light, followed by periods of the darkest night, revolt and despair, all that was hidden in my nature was thrown out like an erupting volcano.  Often it seemed that I had strayed away from the path of yoga caught up in the whirlpools of passion, violence and ambition.  Often I had the feeling that one more step in that direction and I would go up in an explosion and smoke.  Then gradually I could see my way through all this terrible upheaval for the darkest night was followed by the most glorious dawn each time.  The comforting Presence, the smile and the tender guiding hand were always there to take me over the most unfriendly countries peopled with dangerous visible and invisible beings with their death dealing fascination and fierce opposition to everything divine.  Slowly the veil broke down revealing the Supreme Godhead in all forms, in all beings, everything became just a mask for the great Player.  These high moments would last for a short while and then I would fall back again into the dark prison of human consciousness.  There is no sin or act in the world, no perversity, no diabolic act, nothing that happens here that I did not find in myself.  On the other hand, the Power was constantly at work in my consciousness, in my awareness, in my body with an ever increasing intensity though there had been periods, long ones where its action was not perceptible.  Even this action of the Power was a foreign sensation in the body.  It could be sometimes very painful and agonisingly unbearable.  At other times or most of the times, it was like a quiet flow of a liquid force from above which penetrates the entire body, the nerves and the cells.  The lower part of the body still seemed like a stone, impervious to the action of the Force.  In short the satyr had yet to be fundamentally transformed.  On the positive side, there was a simple and  constant experience.   There  is  only the  Divine.   One  infinite eternal Being forever manifesting Itself in the time and space movement.

The praying animal

When we go behind the relativity of forms we find the eternal Mother Divine.  Hers is this world-play of delight.  The vision recedes in the background but comes back with a greater intensity with new dimensions of insight.  One might say I am on the threshold of an entirely new Country, a new World.  This is just the elementary beginning, the birth into a new consciousness like a newborn baby, which has yet to grow and manifest its latent divine powers and capacities.

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a touch of the supramental Force

The energy flowed, I couldn’t contain it.  The whole body was like a powerful dynamo.  I thought I would blow up, but gradually things subsided, energy was always there, light, light, everywhere.  The Power sometimes receded, then came back, almost with an explosive violence.  I felt as if all the cells were burnt out, but relieved.  I felt I have crossed the bar and been admitted in the supreme spiritual Reality - everything, everyone, anything in my mind became ravishingly Divine.  The whole world, all the beings were only the Divine in His splendour.  In that light, intolerable ecstasy going through the body like a gigantic generator, the inner being has been crushed out of existence as if it has passed through a massive sugarcane crushing machine. Nothing is left of the personality, everything has been scattered into the infinity of God, into the vast boundless, vibrating ocean of love, the Mother.  There is nothing but the Mother and Sri Aurobindo. They are one supreme Being, everywhere in everything - staggeringly powerful, devastating Presence.
Our human body, even our inner being, all taken together is extremely weak, and at the mere touch of the divine Force, or with a drop of that golden liquid, all the being can end up in an explosion – it will take centuries to prepare bodies which can safely hold the sacred fire.  The evolution will proceed by slow steps, very slow steps, otherwise it will collapse.
From then onwards there was a fundamental change in my vision.  There is no longer any human living being - each one is utterly eternally Divine.  That vision has not left me, only sometimes it is a little faint.  Sometimes I felt as if a train was in my body, a huge powerful flow of divine felicity, too strong for my body.  Then I sat at the organ.  As I was playing I heard a sound as if a thousand organs were playing, filling up the whole world or universe.  I had never heard anything like that in my life, so powerful, penetratingly ravishing, intolerable ecstasy.  I had to stop playing.  Now the presence of the Supreme is constantly present – there is nothing to worry about – the world is utterly Divine.  Whatever shadows I see will disappear.  Each one is the Divine Himself, not less.  Absolute, no one else but the Divine, nothing to be done, just the Divine manifesting Himself in his utter glory.
There is still in my consciousness the awareness of our human life and society.  It is an old habit and utter ignorance.  Still the old world comes back from time to time, but it has no reality.  There is only the Supreme Mother, love, delight.  My soul, my whole body enters into a state of gratitude, utter self-giving.  Now when I look around I do not see any human being.  Behind the thin veil stands the splendour of the supreme glory.  When I play music, it becomes a hundred times more intense.  The body can hardly sleep, but now it will be stabilized, peace is coming.  It is not an ordinary peace – but the peace of the himalayan mountains, in order not to be blown out of existence.  There is far more in that experience, far more, too long, too deep, too difficult to be expressed in words.

Om namo Bhagavate.  Om Sri Aurobindo, Om Douce Mère.  All mantras will not be able to express Their love and compassion for all, for each one.  Thy Will Be Done.

N.Guha Roy 1999

 


The Supreme Artist. Everyday He works on an immense canvas hung on the sky

Every day, He works on an immense canvas hung on the sky.
Ages marches past, each leaves its track in the huge picture.Read more


The Angel of Fire -I am the shining white-winged angel of fire.

I am the shining white-winged angel of fire.

On the far-seeing flank of an inaccessible summit,
A long way from the busy and glamorous cities,
I have built my retreat and observation post among the trees.
From a great height, I watch over the pilgrim souls
Going their way on the eternal road in an unending flow.

The distance between hope and the goal,
Sundown and the morning star is often too long to bear
Even for the seasoned travelers, explorers of the hidden Light.
I rekindle their faltering hope and strengthen their faith.
This unhappy world in love with war and disaster,
Violence and power, if denied its daily portion
Of burning wine of hate and poison, murderous excitement,
Fatal drugs and pills and one-eyed suicidal freedom,
Will fall back into apathy, exhausted slide into extinction.

I drive gently men and women, slaves of desire, animals by nature,
Towards a high and noble passion, I light a spark in their soul.
This violent, unsatisfied brute is yet a crude image
Of a Supreme Divinity, habitation of the delightful Shakti.

As the lotus blooms in the pale rays of a silver moon,
So too, the soul in man still an animal grows every hour
Illumined, purified, sublimated by my Radiance.
In the secret heart of things, I have built my garden of roses

I am the pathfinder, guide on the road to Immortality.

Tears, I transform into glistening pearls of the rosary,
Utter disaster, ruin, shame and agony into Bliss and Harmony.

Friend of the aspiring soul, I lend him my wings to fly to the goal
If he stays too long in an oasis, I dry up the fountain and the green leaves.
I leave him no rest; prod him, often with strokes of lightning.
I ignite in his heart a divine frenzy, he cannot sleep anymore.

When I am invoked, centuries are compressed into a dazzling lifetime.
I am friend of the gambler, the reckless adventurer and the hunter
Who would throw away all prudence and gingerly step into Fire.

O hero worshipper of the Great Mother,
Do not relax until you win.

Jump in the furnace of love in fusion

Till all is reduced to gold.

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N.Guha Roy 1993


About Work

Outward work is very important for our growth. Whatever the work, we must do it as perfectly as possible with a sense of beauty, harmony and respponsibility. In this way we bring order, cleanliness and discipline in our life through work. The work well done increases our capacity for concentration and there is an awakening of consciousness. Whatever work we undertake becomes a work of art. We know how it has to be done. We discover new possibilities in the same work. As our consciousness develops and our surrender grows, gradually we find more and more that we are involved in the work best suited to our temperament and inner nature. We should not neglect in any way the work given by the Divine. We must do it for Him as an offering.

Our house should be like a little Temple where we feel the atmosphere of prayer and aspiration.

The most reliable and faithful friend, the most loving person is the Divine.

Let us turn to Him alone.

Niranjan Guha Roy 1978