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A Being Lived, a Presence and a Power
An incense floated in the quivering air,
A mystic happiness trembled in the breast
As if the invisible Beloved had come
Assuming the sudden loveliness of a face
And close glad hands could seize his fugitive feet
And the world change with the beauty of a smile.
Into a wonderful bodiless realm he came,
The home of a passion without name or voice,
A depth he felt answering to every height,
A nook was found that could embrace all worlds,
A point that was the conscious knot of Space,
An hour eternal in the heart of Time.
The silent Soul of all the world was there:
A Being lived, a Presence and a Power,
A single Person who was himself and all
And cherished Nature’s sweet and dangerous throbs
Transfigured into beats divine and pure.
[Savitri: Book Two Canto 14]
Thy Love is Vaster Than the Ages
May 23, 1914
O Lord, Thou of whom I would be constantly conscious and whom I would realise in the smallest cells of my being, Thou whom I would know as myself and see manifested in all things, Thou who art the sole reality, the sole cause and aim of existence, grant that my love for Thee may grow ever greater so that I may be all love, Thy love itself, and that, being Thy love, I may unite integrally with Thee. May this love grow more and more intense, complete, luminous, powerful; may this love become an irresistible urge towards Thee, the invincible means of manifesting Thee. May everything in this being become pure, profound, disinterested, divine love—from the unfathomable depths to the outermost substance. May the God with form who manifests in this aggregate be entirely moulded from Thy complete and sublime love, the love which is at once the source and the realisation of all knowledge; may thought be clarified, organised, enlightened, transformed by Thy love; may all the life-forces, solely impregnated by Thy love and moulded from it, draw from it irresistible purity and constant energy, power and rectitude. May this weakened intermediary being, take advantage of its weakness to reconstitute itself with elements entirely moulded from Thy love, and may this body, now a burning brazier, radiate Thy divine, impersonal, sublime and calm love from every pore…. May the brain be reconstituted by Thy love. Lastly, may Thy love overflow, flood, penetrate, transfigure, regenerate, animate all things, with the power, the splendour, the sweetness and force which are its very own. In Thy love is peace, in Thy love is joy, in Thy love is Thy servitor’s sovereign lever of work.
Thy love is vaster than the universe and more lasting than all the ages; it is infinite, eternal, it is Thyself. And it is Thyself I want to be and that I am, for such is Thy law, such is Thy will.
[Prayers and Meditations of the Mother]
The Transformation is Going to Be
The converted vital feels also a joy in the process of realisation. All the difficulties implied in that process it accepts with gusto, it never feels happier than when the Truth is shown it and the play of falsehood in its lower nature laid bare. It does not do the Yoga as if carrying a burden on its back but as if it were a very pleasurable occupation. It is willing to endure the utmost with a smile if it is a condition of the transformation. Neither complaining nor grumbling, it endures happily because it is for the sake of the Divine that it does so. It has the unshakable conviction that the victory will be won. Never for an instant does it vacillate in its belief that the mighty work of Change taken up by Sri Aurobindo is going to culminate in success. For that indeed is a fact; there is not a shadow of doubt as to the issue of the work we have in hand. It is no mere experiment but an inevitable manifestation of the Supramental. The converted vital has a prescience of the victory, keeps up a will towards progress which never turns its back, feels full of the energy which is born of its certitude about the triumph of the Divine whom it is aware of always in itself as doing whatsoever is necessary and infusing in it the unfaltering power to resist and finally conquer its enemies. Why should it despair or complain? The transformation is going to be: nothing will ever stop it, nothing will frustrate the decree of the Omnipotent. Cast away, therefore, all diffidence and weakness, and resolve to endure bravely awhile before the great day arrives when the long battle turns into an everlasting victory.
[The Mother, Questions and Answers (1929 – 1931)]
Songs of the Soul: November 17, 2024
Mother Divine, as we contemplate upon this very special day, words, feelings, all fall short before the profundity and solemnity of the moment. Nothing seems adequate. All that we can do is bow down before Thee with all our being surrendering all that we are conscious of and all that we are not yet conscious of, all that we are and all that we yet shall be. In that state of complete surrender, as complete as possible, we offer at Thy Feet all our life and lives to come in Thy Service, in Thy Love, in utter gratitude.
May all in us be full of love for Thee. May each cell of our body be a hearth of Thy flame of love. May each feeling be a winged hymn carrying Thy Love everywhere. May each thought be a burning shaft of Thy Love filling the quarters with Thy radiance and bliss. May our heart beat with Thy Love and each breath be a cry of Love for Thee.
O Supreme Mother May we be always conscious of Thee, everywhere and in every being. In each voice may we hear Thy Voice. In each form may we behold Thy Form. In each contact may we experience Thy thrill. In each embrace may we discover Thy Sweetness and Joy. May all things unfold Thy working and all become means to touch Thee, find Thee, discover Thee.
O Supreme, who would say Thou art not here when Thou art indeed here, there, everywhere. May we have the eyes to see Thee, the heart to feel Thee and the mind that knows Thee and Thy Ways and Thy Workings.
O Love Supreme, to Thee our infinite love and gratitude.
Om Anandamayee Chaitanyamayee Satyamayee Parame.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
The Victory
The darkness is dense and clouds assail the sky, denying the sun an unhindered passage to the earth.
Yet the Light grows and the children of Sun throw themselves into the darkness until it cleaves and gives way. In the end it is the drop of Light that conquers.
This is the faith we must always keep alive and burning in our hearts and trust that after the storms and the nightmare there is the day break and the victory.
How can we truly love the Mother with this limited heart and mind?
Q: How can we truly love the Mother with this limited heart and mind? I feel as if her love surrounds me at every moment, but how to thank Her for each breath which confirms that we are alive? I dream of following the path of bhakti, where by getting the nectar of Mother’s love soul get immersed into eternal Vrindavan, forgetting itself. Writing this brings tears in eyes, but there is a natural joy asking you about how to love the source of our existence.
ALOKDA: Dear A., love for the Mother begins when She choses and picks up the soul to enter into the Path of Integral Yoga. However in the beginning, the human being does not feel it as love. More often than not he is attracted or drawn towards Her for some outer or inner reason or the other.
Its first expression is the awakening of some kind of interest in the teachings of Sri Aurobindo and The Mother, some kind of inner or outer contact with Them such as meeting a devotee, visiting a centre or the Ashram, reading a book by or about Them. Then this contact begins to grow. One wants to read more, visit the Ashram more and more, meet devotees and disciples.
The next phase comes when one wants to serve Her and wants to find Her Presence within. One wants to know more and more so that one can serve Her better and live life surrendered to Her Will. The final culmination is the urge to give oneself completely to Her.
Through this process the one method that helps at every step is to call Her Name, Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa.
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