All existence is an adoration
Our soul has become a vast Matrimandir.
All existence is an adoration of the Mother Divine.Read more
O Mother Divine, lead us
O Mother Divine, lead us
From impermanence to the permanence of the Spirit.
From death and desillusion to immortal divine existence.
From broken discontinuous music of life to the ever unfolding supreme divine Symphony,
The unending play of the One with His incalculable selves through Eternity – His Lila.
Lead us, O Mother Divine, from separation to the utter union with the Origin, the Source, the Supreme Eternal Sweet Mother, Sarvamangala.The discontinuity of life is the greatest tragedy of the human existence. All would change if there is a continuity, a deathless life. When no one is gone, one is not separated from anyone at anytime.
When we live united forever with the One, when we do not see any other person except the One everywhere in everything, in everyone then there is no place for any separation or suffering – death and dissolution.
All is an Ocean of Light and Felicity, Harmony,Love and laughter.
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2004 - Niranjan Guha Roy
The passage of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo
Two gigantic stars have touched the earth
During a century, irradiated all in existence,
Raised hurricanes, waves high as mountains,
Swept continents, calmed the madness of men,
Widened narrow spirits, 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
The earth is covered with a golden, radiant dust.
The Mother is always present
Smiling in front of the awakened soul.
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On Peace
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
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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.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
Meditation
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