A Recitation (video)
A message from the unknown immortal Light
Ablaze upon creation's quivering edge,
Dawn built her aura of magnificent hues
And buried its seed of grandeur in the hours.
An instant's visitor the godhead shone.
At the Feet of The Mother
English
A talk by Prof Manoj Das (VIDEO)
Prof Manoj Das on the Culture of Odisha: an address for the Odiya people in US.
He cried out in a clinging last despair,
“Savitri, Savitri, O Savitri,
Lean down, my soul, and kiss me while I die.”
A Text in English
Man has created a system of civilisation which has become too big for his limited mental capacity and understanding and his still more limited spiritual and moral capacity to utilise and manage, a too dangerous servant of his blundering ego and its appetites.
SELECTIONS FROM CONVERSATIONS BY THE MOTHER (TEXT)
... it is difficult to speak of all these worlds, these innumerable worlds, in a few minutes. It is a knowledge which needs a lived experience of many years, thoroughly systematic, and which requires, as I said, an inner preparation absolutely indispensable, to make it harmless.
COMMENTARY ON SAVITRI BY DR ALOK PANDEY (TEXT)
Embedded in creation is the force that opposes our evolutionary advance. It keeps pulling the soul back towards the dark Inconscient out of which it rises towards Freedom, Unity, Peace, Light and Bliss.
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE MOTHER BY MONA SARKAR (TEXT)
If ever you are seized by a vital impulse whatever it may be, anger or a sexual urge, vanity or any kind of pettiness or meanness, or movements that seize us, then immediately react with violence and tell it to its face: “Go away! This filth cannot enter a child of the Mother.”
A talk by Dr Alok Pandey (AUDIO)
Sri Aurobindo has given a new yoga for the world and man. It is a yoga that integrates life by transforming it into a divine image. Today we share some thoughts of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo on the subject taking up Her New Year message of 1970 as a base.
Dr Alok Pandey and Narad on Savitri (VIDEO)
A single lamp lit in perfection's house,
A bright pure image in a priestless shrine,
Midst those encircling lives her spirit dwelt,
Apart in herself until her hour of fate.