We feel all the lovers of beauty in almost all the countries are a truly universal community. The art forms may be different, the language and expression may be characteristic of the particular culture and epoch, yet there is something unseizable and delightful, which a true artist can feel behind and beyond the outer form. Beauty is a supreme divinity and the lovers of beauty are adorers and devotees of the All Beautiful, All Felicity. The call of beauty is irresistible. The soul of Beauty tries to break all the bonds, all social conventions, even all that is held venerable and sacred in order to reach his goal. He responds to the fascinating call of the Supreme soul of Beauty. He too, most certainly is on his way, in his own way, to the union with the Divine, the divine realisation, which is not in any way inferior to the realisation of the mystic seer or the God lover. But the soul o£ beauty is caught in the inferior movements of our animal human existence. Often a true soul of beauty weeps within for he feels the impurity in himself, his incapacity to overcome the animal, and the passions, and above all he feels crushed by the commercial competition and incomprehension of beauty by his fellowmen. There are very few souls like Cesar Franck, or Leonardo da Vinci, Beethoven, Walt Whitman, Ana Pavlova, who could go on in their own way upheld by an inner strength and a greater vision. There is hardly anyone who does not respond to beauty. The artist adores the divinity of beauty. What we want to say is that the artist can do in his own way a powerful yoga through the adoration of beauty. The approach is simple–it is the path of love, adoration and gratitude. When we hear a great voice or see a ravishing movement of dance or feel a music touching the hidden cords in our being, we feel a simple gratitude for the One who has created such a wonderful thing. Nobody need know. I can prepare a wonderful bouquet of flowers and place it on my altar to the All Beautiful. I can sing a song for that nameless ecstasy, I can play the piano in privacy for an intimate session with my beloved Divinity. Nobody need know. These meetings these offerings are too precious, too wonderful, too sacred to be shared with others who may not understand our way of inner communion. The more we offer our art to the Divinity of Beauty and delight, the closer we come to that deeply satisfying Presence. We are gradually liberated from the bonds of life, the demands of the society and the rootless commercialism of the world and its incomprehension. Beauty adores beauty, offers itself to the altar of the All Beautiful.

O Soul of Beauty, on you rests a heavy and worthy responsibility. There is too much suffering, too much violence and cruelty, too many broken hearts and broken lives, too much misery and meanness in the world; yet, you have the power to transform this darkness into light, this division and separation into oneness and unity and harmony, this suffering and death into immortal felicity. Offer your song, your poetry, your flowers, your sonata, your vase, your painting, your body, your feelings, your actions, your life to the All Beautiful, to the All-Compassionate, to the supreme Divinity of Love, Beauty and Delight. She will manifest through your poems, through your paintings, through your music, she will enrapture the world through your dance and rhythm and harmony. The great Divinity of Beauty is not outside you, She is in us, in every one of us, She is equally there in all souls, waiting the auspicious moment for revealing Her self.
O Soul of Beauty, rejoice, even if you have felt once in your life that indefinable ecstasy which is the Presence of the supreme Divinity, of all bliss. If once we have felt that sacred touch, aspire, it will come back again and again till there is a constant deep communion with the All-Beautiful, till one day you will hear Her in every voice, in the roar of the tempest, in the whisper of the evening forest. You will see Her on every face, which is, but a mask, a temporary disguise of that One. Offer your little rose, your little poem, your little tune, and your little dance. Your life would be a fulfillment in true beauty, harmony and delight.


Niranjan Guha Roy