The mysterious dust
A dry leaf, yesterday it was living, today it is dead. In a week it will be dust and food for many young: plants. And it will reappear as flowers and fruits. It will be transformed into the musing eyes of the poets. Each seed contains a mysterious tree, it branches hides the symphonies of Beethoven.
What is man but, a seed amongst seeds, nourished by the dust, by the earth, his dreams are contained in the petals of rose, in the fragrance of Jasmine, in the green leaves of lettuce and cabbage.
What a marvellous substance this dust. It has been said “ From the dust thou comest, to the dust thou returnest” How true, How wonderful!
This mysterious dust of the stars which contains all the eternity imprisoned in its magical trance. The bodies of the most luminous gods are made from this mysterious dust, which contains all and becomes all. Is there any dust at all anywhere? Isn’t the very substance of the body of the infinite and eternal Mystery whom we call God, the Divine!
Where is death? A living shadow changes into a dreamless sleep of the stardust.
What am I ? A floating dream on a midnight stream.
Am I a failure? How can it be? When I am the deep satisfaction of the yearning rocks to have a body and a mind and a heart and capacity to love and hate, feel and be.
All around me is that marvellous mysterious formless, nameless substance containing all, all that has gone before lies there as beautiful strains of music heard long ago. All that is here at the moment, is an explosion of the hidden beauty and ravishment and all the future lies visibly hidden in the tree like the bud, the flower and the fruit yet unborn. Each speck of that dust contains me a thousandfold. I am this face, I am those dances marvellous arms, I am that senile ol d man throwing his wisdom to all the winds, I am that magnificent godhead of the vision, I am a speck of dust infinitely same as any other grain of dust.
My body falls, my soul is fragmented like the moon on the troubled bosom of the lake.
I am, I do not exist, nor do you, nor he, she or anyone. We are dreams living visionary symbols rising out of the star dust that unnamable basic substance of all the universes in existence or yet to come. Our hells, heavens, passions and yearnings lie forever safe in the magical case of a grain of dust.
A dry leaf falls into dust, rises in the iris of the visionary probing the depth of Eternity and Infinity.
Meditation- only You are real smiling Mother
Mobile images, endless dreams,
Lives and faces, love, tears and laughters,
A rain - the desert blooms, the wind spreads flavors,
Prayer to my soul- O my soul burn forever in an ecstasy of surrender
O my soul burn forever in an ecstasy of surrender, call the graceful, the wonderful Mother divine. Prepare so that She may descend and choose to live forever on the lotus throne of our heart, so that our life become a song of deathless joy, a dance of victorious ecstatic forces an epic poem of marvel and wonder and adoration and discovery of the mysterious mother divine.Read more
An invisible sun is illuminating the earth. The old world is now exposed to its rays
As if an invisible sun is illuminating the earth The old world created by mind and separative ego is now exposed to the rays of the one divine consciousness and Being, more like a radioactive cloud covering the entire globe. Its constant radiation is destroying all that is based on separation and division, transmuting whatever can be transmuted. All the alloys will be burnt out leaving only the pure gold. In this vast consciousness, there is no strong sense of individuality to begin with – that is to say when we are just touched by it.Read more
Action of the transforming force 4
I felt the Divine wants to pour down his transforming felicity through my instrumental being. I played the organ, at the same time a thousand orchestras seemed to be playing. I don’t know what others heard. This music was filling the whole earth and sky, the whole creation. I myself never heard such powerful harmonious, intolerable felicity. When I played I was not playing, it was a tremendous power of harmony flowing through me, playing through me. All I can say, I do not know how I have survived. It was only by the grace of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo constantly present protecting me, so that I would not explode. I can hardly sleep because of the vibrating presence of that force.Read more
The Fragrant Rose
The essence of joy and beauty, I offer to every traveler.
I am a fragrant rose, every petal carries the name of the Lord.
Free as the wind, my spirit flies through the borders created by man,
And the quicksands and unstable banks of the powerful rivers.Read more
All existence is an adoration
Our soul has become a vast Matrimandir.
All existence is an adoration of the Mother Divine.Read more