Prayer to the Supreme Mother
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.
Love in the soul demands an ideal Image to adore.
O Mother Divine, Thou art enthroned in my inmost soul,
Even then my earthly nature yearns for Thy visible Presence
In all its glory embodied in a breathing frame of clay.
O Mother Divine manifest Thy radiance in a human instrument.
May I see Thy supreme body of heavenly light and rapture,
More concrete than matter in all beings and things at all times.
Thy Face, my priceless treasure, Thy hands, my source of energy,
Thy feet, my secure refuge, Thy Presence, the whole meaning
Of my existence. I do not know anyone else but Thyself.
Heaven has no charm for me. Any personal salvation
I do not seek. In Thee I have found all I need in life.
Take possession of my body, life, mind and soul,
Until Thou alone art alive in this clay mould.
At least fill me up with the victorious love divine,
So that I may love Thee, serve Thee in all I meet.
Ignite a huge fire in my soul, the thirst of a burning desert,
An unsatisfied yearning which will keep me running
Through eternity in pursuit of Thy unknowable Presence,
In all forms and beings from the tiniest specks of life
To the most magnificent divinities in the highest heavens.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
To the Wonder Spirit
O wonder Spirit of beauty, joy and harmony
Asleep in the mystic chamber of the aspiring soul,
Awake and spread wide your peaceful wings
On our warring passions, senseless thoughts and actions
Let our mind be a vast sanctuary of unbroken felicity
Let our emotions be warm and sustained notes of vibrating strings
.Let our actions be at good times, at odd times, a symphony of solidarity.
O wonder Spirit of beauty, joy and harmony
Strip away our heart, mind, body and soul,
The hard layers of ugly violence, endless cruel suffering
And release the dancing fountains of sparkling song and laughter.
We are as yet only partly divine even at our greatest summit moments
Waning and waxing like the moon, ever unreliable, inconstant.
The human retreats slowly before the steadily growing Light within.
The age-gold prophetic manifests of the kingdom of God on earth.
O wonder Spirit of beauty
Your active presence is now a reality.
A new muted race still wearing the human face glowing with the psychic Fire
Appears on the horizon to change this nightmare
Into an exquisit radiant dream.
Douce Mère 21 February
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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The Mystic Dance
When I look at the dark night, I wonder.
Myriads of stars hiding the sleeping God inside,
Waiting to blossom one day as the dry countryside after a rain.
God sleeps in the stone, in bricks, wood and metals,
He rises from the grassy lands with his assuring hands,
He lies under our feet, undisturbed, lives in all the bodies as a Guest.
The inter-galactic space is filled with his life-giving breath.
The sun, moon and the stars and the void,
The million varieties of living forms, invisible beings,
Incalculable forces and movements, broken glasses veil God,
The only indivisible Reality,
In whom there is no past, success, failure or future, timeless,
Filling all time yet not occupying any space, not even a point,
Overflowing the infinite boundless expanses,
In whom there is nothing far, in time or space,
No life or death, none other than himself, companionless,
Ever fulfilled, a bodiless marvel, an inexhaustible opulent existence,
An ocean in movement, a stillness unimaginable.
Myriads of candles twinkling on water, drifting, swirling in circles,
Each one a mighty mystery, an undiminished absolute monarch.
An ever-pure, immaculate splendour holding all in a strong embrace.
Unending dramas on an inscrutable, immobile, constantly shifting,
Rotating, floating deck, sweeping gales, uncontrolled outbursts,
Felicitous eruptions, geysers of perennial light and sweetness,
The mystic dance of the Mother
On the heaving bosom of the Lord in trance.
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Niranjan Guha Roy
The Secret Spîrit
O Secret Spirit, penetrating the vast Universe and beyond,
All its nooks and corners with Your breathing Presence,
Substance of dreams, realities and abysmal mysteries,
From the most luminous high Divinities
To the tenebrous god-denying almighties,
You are always the same intimate, nameless Supreme.
I see You, feel and touch You and hear Your voice,
Yet You are the strangest of the strangers, I have ever met.
Do I exist? It makes me laugh, such a ridiculous question.
In Your boundless unbroken changeless Self-extension,
An isotope of an old shattered atom, pulsating with hope
For the billionth of an undying second that is myself.
No, I do not exist yet this moment is rich and poignant.
O Secret Self, from You I am born, Your body’s portion,
In You I disappear like the exalted sprays
Falling back into the ocean in suspense.
When I contemplate the endless sacred procession
Of Your fugitive names and faces on the cinerama of Time,
Then and then only I vibrate and my life even so insignificant
Glows and burns in ecstasy like a meteor in explosion.
Niranjan Guha Roy
Meeting the Mother and Sri Aurobindo
O Secret Spirit, subtler than the subtlest as You are,
Yet You have inhabited these fragile earthen frames,
To make Yourself tangible, accessible to the soul of man.
You speak through Them each word they say,
You pour through Them the molten gold of an invisible Sun.
Before I caught a glimpse of Them, arranged by a lucky accident,
Like a lost tragic note cries moaning in the hopeless night,
My desolate life was a tedious stretch of a wretched play,
A huge senseless waste, a perpetual gnawing affliction.
Had I not met Them and borne Their transmuting gaze,
I could never, never have believed
That the Divine is so wonderful, all love and compassion.
Like a passionate moth burning madly for the embrace of fire,
My whole being yarns to be possessed by the divine sweetness
Till nothing is left of the amalgam that is myself.
In answer to my desperate longing,
You have pressed a tiny down from the benign peaks,
Melt and purify the petrified filth and gloom of the ages.
My soul now deeply satisfied, a happy one-note hymn of faith,
Throbs faintly with gratitude, drowned in the symphony of Grace.
Glory to You, my Friend, Sweetheart, Master, Guide and Queen,
Glory to Your Messengers, Emanations and Incarnations.
Glory to the earthly bodies filled with the Holy Spirit
.Niranjan Guha Roy
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Emergence of the psychic being
The most brilliant and even the most sympathetic human beings
Have not been able to create even a small world of peace, unity, harmony and joy.
Not the mind, not even a generous vital consciousness
Can create peace and harmony in human life, in a community.
It is only through the development of the inmost psychic being
And its emergence and government that it can create a unified being composed
Of a large number of mental vital physical personalities and forces.
Average man is by his nature unstable, he has no control over his life and action.
He is moved all the time by deep-seated contradictory elements and his ego.
Only in a minority of human,the psychic being is sufficiently developed
Though not yet a king in full control of his kingdom.
Only the supramental power and consciousness can make the psychic being fully conscious
And powerful enough to become the leader of all the elements in him.
It is only the supramental power manifesting in the psychic being
That can fundamentally change the human nature and consciousness
Into a luminous divine being with divine nature and consciousness.
The psyche is waiting for an auspicious hour to wake up
In a new world of incredible wonder and irresistible fascination.
Niranjan Guha Roy
The constantly shifting mystery
When I look at the dark night, I wonder.
Myriads of stars hiding the sleeping God inside,
Waiting to blossom one day as the dry countryside after a rain.
God sleeps in the stone, in bricks, wood and metals,
He rises from the grassy lands with his assuring hands,
He lies under our feet, undisturbed, lives in all the bodies as a Guest.
The inter-galactic space is filled with His life-giving breath.
The sun, moon and the stars and the void,
The million varieties of living forms, invisible beings,
Incalculable forces and movements, broken glasses veil God,
The only indivisible Reality,
In whom there is no past, success, failure or future, timeless,
Filling all time yet not occupying any space, not even a point,
Overflowing the infinite boundless expanses,
In whom there is nothing far, in time or space,
No life or death, none other than himself, companionless,
Ever fulfilled, a bodiless marvel, an inexhaustible opulent existence,
An ocean in movement, a stillness unimaginable.
Myriads of candles twinkling on water, drifting, swirling in circles,
Each one a mighty mystery, an undiminished absolute monarch.
An ever-pure, immaculate splendour holding all in a strong embrace.
Unending dramas on an inscrutable, immobile, constantly shifting,
Rotating, floating deck, sweeping gales, uncontrolled outbursts,
Felicitous eruptions, geysers of perennial light and sweetness,
The mystic dance of the Mother
On the heaving bosom of the Lord in trance.
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Niranjan Guha Roy