On Peace

The thing most sought after in the world and at the same time the most disliked by men is peace. When it is there, women or men, are bored. When it is absent, they complain "I haven't got a minute of respite! I am harassed mercilessly by a thousand things - it is a real hell." Peace is always there, like the air we breathe. It is always accessible. It can become permanent in our consciousness, in our being. It is, in short, the presence of God, the Spirit, an aspect of the tangible form of the Supreme Creator.Read more

Only Thy Love, Douce Mère

Divine Mother

Nameless Eternal Being, Creatrix Supreme,
Grace Incarnate in a fragile body,
Who art beyond the Form and the Formless,
Beyond the zenith of our climbing,
Beyond the widest waking and the deepest sleep,
Only one boon we ask Thee to hasten Thy manifestation:Read more

The passing note

O Master Magician, no artist can paint thy elusive face
No sculptor can carve thy silhouette, no one can bind thee in a hame.

Thou O ever unknown stanger, my soul, my love
This magic of unfolding creation is only Thyself.

My life a passing note, O supreme musician, of thy symphony
One, individual, inalterable, absolute, immobile, silence
Infinite rays, mobile fragments, perpetual motion, delight.

This stupendous Presence pervades immeasurably all existence

O Mother Divine in Thy eternity
I discover my continuity



Strange Blossom of Light

Strange Blossom of Light
My soul open thy eyes , watch the long expected birth
Concealed from the vulgar inquisitive sight,
Of the marvellous bloom of tomorrow,
Almost invisible in the shadow of the austere trees
Old as the mountains and self assured of their immunity.
Watch it open silently petal by petal unsuspected
In a neglected corner of thy treshold,
Stranger little understood disdained by the wise,
Unwelcome mocked and disowed by the crowd,
The gentle humble guest can hardly lift her head
With the mortal weight of the past in her breast.
The victorious yesterday lives on gloriously for a while
Trembling inside now certain of its death
My soul do not be duped by the faintness of the early glow
It brings in its wake the ocean swell of liquid gold
The end of a perpetual night, the sun that does not set anymore
Unveiled blissful presence of the beloved Mother divine.
Open wide thy doors to that strange distant light
And nourish with the white purity of inner fire
The wonder bud of splendour in the mire of earth.


Niranjan Guha Roy


Mobile images, endless dreams,
Lives and faces, love, tears and laughters,
A rain - the desert blooms, the wind spreads flavors,
An abundance, arms and legs dancing,
Souls embracing, slow fire, ardent fire, bitter fire,
The night falls, silence is filled with memories.Read more

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. Read more

The Bells announce the victory

The Bells announce the victory

Far away from this civilisation where the money is the king, pleasure the only aim, and success the highlight of life. Far away from the relentless fights,
suicidal competitions, from the passion of the blind pride, far away from a society
dominated by the lord of falsehood,invisible, not recognisable, a group of individuals of another race,superhuman beings still children grow in theLight.Read more

prayer to the unknowable presence

The soul sees the Supreme Mother behind the acts of Nature.
The earth becomes the living throbbing body of the Eternal.
A mystic Presence fills the sky and the infinite Space,
An immaterial body made of some absolute consciousness,
Containing limitless oceans of sweet, violent, intolerable,
All-daring, all-conquering, inalterable delight substance
Blots out the concrete material existence to utter
Nothingness, yet the human heart longs for a mortal Divine,
The Supreme incarnate in a human form, close to the soil.Read more