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Saturday, June 28
Amal Kiran on the Mind of Light—by Anurag Banerjee
by
RY Deshpande
on June 28, 2008 05:13PM (PDT)
In 1949, when the Bulletin of Physical Education was launched, Sri Aurobindo was requested by the Mother to initiate it with an article of his. On her request Sri Aurobindo dictated a series of eight articles. The initial articles were meant to reveal the value and importance of sports and gymnastics, but the later articles took a different and new turn and revealed some extraordinary facts in detail regarding the functioning of the Supermind. The articles were brought out in the form of a booklet titled The Supramental Manifestation upon Earth in 1952, that is, two years after the departure of Sri Aurobindo. This booklet was rightly termed as the sequel to The Life Divine by K. D. Sethna (Amal Kiran). In the sixth article titled Supermind in the Evolution, for the first time we come across the term ‘Mind of Light’. The chapter begins with the following words: “A new humanity would… be a race of mental beings on the earth and in the earthly body but delivered from its present conditions in the reign of the cosmic Ignorance so far as to be possessed of a perfected mind, a mind of light which could be a subordinate action of the supermind or Truth-Consciousness and in any case capable of the full possibilities of mind acting as a recipient of that truth and at least a secondary action of it in thought and life. It could even be a part of what could be described as a divine life upon earth and at least the beginnings of an evolution in the Knowledge and no longer entirely or predominantly in the Ignorance...” more »
Wednesday, June 18
93: Night in her bosom nursed a greater dawn
by
RY Deshpande
on June 18, 2008 04:16AM (PDT)
Then all eyes turned their wondering looks where stood
A deepening redder gold upon her cheeks, With lowered lids the noble lovely child, And one consenting thought moved every breast: “What gleaming marvel of the earth or skies Stands silently by human Satyavan To mark a brilliance in the dusk of eve? If this is she of whom the world has heard, Wonder no more at any happy change. Each easy miracle of felicity Of her transmuting heart the alchemy is.” Then one spoke there who seemed a priest and sage: “O woman soul, what light, what power revealed, Working the rapid marvels of this day, Opens for us by thee a happier age?” Her lashes fluttering upwards gathered in To a vision which had scanned immortal things, Rejoicing, human forms for their delight. They claimed for their deep childlike motherhood The life of all these souls to be her life, Then falling veiled the light. Low she replied: “Awakened to the meaning of my heart, That to feel love and oneness is to live And this the magic of our golden change Is all the truth I know or seek, O sage.” more » Tuesday, June 17
92: What high change is in thee, O Savitri?
by
RY Deshpande
on June 17, 2008 04:49PM (PDT)
What high change is in thee, O Savitri? Bright
Ever thou wast, a goddess still and pure, Yet dearer to me by thy sweet human parts Earth gave thee making thee yet more divine. My adoration mastered, my desire Bent down to make its subject, my daring clasped, Claiming by body and soul my life's estate, Rapture's possession, love's sweet property, A statue of silence in my templed spirit, A yearning godhead and a golden bride. But now thou seemst almost too high and great For mortal worship; Time lies below thy feet And the whole world seems only a part of thee, Thy presence the hushed heaven I inhabit, And thou lookst on me in the gaze of the stars, Yet art the earthly keeper of my soul, My life a whisper of thy dreaming thoughts, My morns a gleaming of thy spirit's wings, And day and night are of thy beauty part. Hast thou not taken my heart to treasure it In the secure environment of thy breast? Awakened from the silence and the sleep, I have consented for thy sake to be. By thee I have greatened my mortal arc of life, But now far heaven’s unmapped infinitudes Thou hast brought me thy illimitable gift. If to fill these thou lift thy sacred flight, My human earth will still demand thy bliss: Make still my life through thee a song of joy And all my silence wide and deep with thee. more »
91: Human she was once more, earth's Savitri
by
RY Deshpande
on June 17, 2008 04:03AM (PDT)
Out of abysmal trance her spirit woke.
Lain on the earth-mother's calm inconscient breast She saw the green-clad branches lean above Guarding her sleep with their enchanted life, And overhead a blue-winged ecstasy Fluttered from bough to bough with high-pitched call. Into the magic secrecy of the woods Peering through an emerald lattice-window of leaves, In indolent skies reclined, the thinning day Turned to its slow fall into evening's peace. She pressed the living body of Satyavan: On her body's wordless joy to be and breathe She bore the blissful burden of his head Between her breasts' warm labour of delight, The waking gladness of her members felt The weight of heaven in his limbs, a touch Summing the whole felicity of things, And all her life was conscious of his life And all her being rejoiced enfolding his. The immense remoteness of her trance had passed; Human she was once more, earth's Savitri, Yet felt in her illimitable change. A power dwelt in her soul too great for earth, A bliss lived in her heart too large for heaven. Light too intense for thought and love too boundless For earth's emotions lit her skies of mind And spread through her deep and happy seas of soul… more » Monday, June 16
90: A crimson seed of God’s felicity
by
RY Deshpande
on June 16, 2008 04:45AM (PDT)
…Then from a timeless plane that watches Time,
A Spirit gazed out upon destiny, In its endless moment saw the ages pass. All still was in a silence of the gods. The prophet moment covered limitless Space And cast into the heart of hurrying Time A diamond light of the Eternal's peace, A crimson seed of God's felicity; A glance from the gaze fell of undying Love. A wonderful face looked out with deathless eyes; A hand was seen drawing the golden bars That guard the imperishable secrecies. A key turned in a mystic lock of Time. But where the silence of the gods had passed, A greater harmony from the stillness born Surprised with joy and sweetness yearning hearts, An ecstasy and a laughter and a cry. A power leaned down, a happiness found its home. Over wide earth brooded the infinite bliss. more » Sunday, June 15
89: The superman shall wake in mortal man
by
RY Deshpande
on June 15, 2008 07:20AM (PDT)
More and more souls shall enter into light,
Minds lit, inspired, the occult summoner hear And lives blaze with a sudden inner flame And hearts grow enamoured of divine delight And human wills tune to the divine will, These separate selves the Spirit's oneness feel, These senses of heavenly sense grow capable, The flesh and nerves of a strange ethereal joy And mortal bodies of immortality. A divine force shall flow through tissue and cell And take the charge of breath and speech and act And all the thoughts shall be a glow of suns And every feeling a celestial thrill. Often a lustrous inner dawn shall come Lighting the chambers of the slumbering mind; A sudden bliss shall run through every limb And Nature with a mightier Presence fill. Thus shall the earth open to divinity And common natures feel the wide uplift, Illumine common acts with the Spirit's ray And meet the deity in common things. Nature shall live to manifest secret God, The Spirit shall take up the human play, This earthly life become the life divine. more » Saturday, June 14
88: Descend to life with him thy heart desires
by
RY Deshpande
on June 14, 2008 06:54AM (PDT)
…when the hour of the Divine draws near,
The Mighty Mother shall take birth in Time And God be born into the human clay In forms made ready by your human lives. Then shall the Truth supreme be given to men. There is a being beyond the being of mind, An Immeasurable cast into many forms, A miracle of the multitudinous One. There is a consciousness mind cannot touch, Its speech cannot utter nor its thought reveal. It has no home on earth, no centre in man, Yet is the source of all things thought and done, The fount of the creation and its works. It is the originer of all truth here, The sun-orb of mind's fragmentary rays, Infinity's heaven that spills the rain of God, The Immense that calls to man to expand the Spirit, The wide Aim that justifies his narrow attempts, A channel for the little he tastes of bliss. Some shall be made the glory's receptacles And vehicles of the Eternal's luminous power. These are the high forerunners, the heads of Time, The great deliverers of earth-bound mind, The high transfigurers of human clay, The first-born of a new supernal race. The incarnate dual Power shall open God's door, Eternal supermind touch earthly Time. more » Friday, June 13
87: O beautiful body of the incarnate Word
by
RY Deshpande
on June 13, 2008 05:52AM (PDT)
…O Sun-Word, thou shalt raise the earth-soul to Light
And bring down God into the lives of men; Earth shall be my work-chamber and my house, My garden of life to plant a seed divine… Awakened from the mortal's ignorance Men shall be lit with the Eternal's ray And the glory of my sun-lift in their thoughts And feel in their hearts the sweetness of my love And in their acts my Power's miraculous drive… In the heart of my creation's mystery I will enact the drama of thy soul, Inscribe the long romance of Thee and Me… I will pour delight from thee as from a jar, I will whirl thee as my chariot through the ways, I will use thee as my sword and as my lyre, I will play on thee my minstrelsies of thought… Who hunts and seizes me, my captive grows: This shalt thou henceforth learn from thy heart-beats. For ever love, O beautiful slave of God! O lasso of my rapture's widening noose, Become my cord of universal love. The spirit ensnared by thee force to delight Of creation's oneness sweet and fathomless, Compelled to embrace my myriad unities And all my endless forms and divine souls. O Mind, grow full of the eternal peace; O Word, cry out the immortal litany: Built is the golden tower, the flame-child born. more » Thursday, June 12
86: O living power of the incarnate Word
by
RY Deshpande
on June 12, 2008 07:10AM (PDT)
…Two are the Powers that hold the ends of Time;
Spirit foresees, Matter unfolds its thought, The dumb executor of God's decrees, Omitting no iota and no dot, Agent unquestioning, inconscient, stark, Evolving inevitably a charged content, Intention of his force in Time and Space, In animate beings and inanimate things Immutably it fulfils its ordered task. It cancels not a tittle of things done; Unswerving from the oracular command It alters not the steps of the Unseen. If thou must indeed deliver man and earth On the spiritual heights, look down on life, Discover the truth of God and man and world; Then do thy task knowing and seeing all. Ascend, O soul, into thy timeless self; Choose destiny's curve and stamp thy will on Time. more » Wednesday, June 11
85: O miracle, where thou beganst, there cease!
by
RY Deshpande
on June 11, 2008 04:12PM (PDT)
…Heaven's light visits sometimes the mind of earth;
Its thoughts burn in her sky like lonely stars; In her heart there move celestial seekings soft And beautiful like fluttering wings of birds, Visions of joy that she can never win Traverse the fading mirror of her dreams… Above her little finite steps she feels, Careless of knot or pause, worlds which weave out A strange perfection beyond law and rule, A universe of self-found felicity, An inexpressible rhythm of timeless beats, The many-movemented heart-beats of the One… There is the All-Truth and there the timeless bliss. But hers are fragments of a star-lost gleam Hers are but careless visits of the gods. They are a Light that fails, a Word soon hushed And nothing they mean can stay for long on earth. There are high glimpses, not the lasting sight. A few can climb to an unperishing sun, Or live on the edges of the mystic moon And channel to earth-mind the wizard ray. The heroes and the demi-gods are few… Few are the silences in which Truth is heard, Unveiling the timeless utterance in her deeps; Few are the splendid moments of the seers. Heaven's call is rare, rarer the heart that heeds... more » Tuesday, June 10
84: I am the inviolable Ecstasy
by
RY Deshpande
on June 10, 2008 09:13PM (PDT)
O human image of the deathless word,
How hast thou seen beyond the topaz walls The gleaming sisters of the divine gate, Summoned the genii of their wakeful sleep, And under revelation’s arches forced The carved thought-shrouded doors to swing apart, Unlocked the avenues of spiritual sight And taught the entries of a heavenlier state To thy rapt soul that bore the golden key? In thee the secret sight man's blindness missed Has opened its view past Time, my chariot course, And death, my tunnel which I drive through life To reach my unseen distances of bliss. I am the hushed search of the jealous gods Pursuing my wisdom’s vast mysterious word Seized in the thousand meeting ways of heaven. I am the beauty of the unveiled Ray… I am the inviolable Ecstasy; They who have looked on me, shall grieve no more… more »
83: Transfigured was the formidable shape
by
RY Deshpande
on June 10, 2008 06:04AM (PDT)
A marvellous sun looked down from ecstasy's skies
On worlds of deathless bliss, perfection's home, Magical unfoldings of the Eternal's smile Capturing his secret heart-beats of delight. God's everlasting day surrounded her, Domains appeared of sempiternal light Invading all Nature with the Absolute's joy. Her body quivered with eternity's touch, Her soul stood close to the founts of the infinite. Infinity's finite fronts she lived in, new For ever to an everlasting sight… Twilight and mist were exiles from that air, Night was impossible to such radiant heavens… Ecstatic voices smote at hearing's chords, Each movement found a music all its own; Songs thrilled of birds upon unfading boughs, The colours of whose plumage had been caught From the rainbow of imagination's wings… In the harmony of an original sight Delivered from our limiting ray of thought, And the reluctance of our blinded hearts To embrace the Godhead in whatever guise, She saw all Nature marvellous without fault… Realm upon realm received her soaring view. Then on what seemed one crown of the ascent Where finite and the infinite are one, Immune she beheld the strong immortals' seats Who live for a celestial joy and rule The middle regions of the unfading Ray… more » Monday, June 9
82: The Shadow vanishes into the Void
by
RY Deshpande
on June 9, 2008 09:24AM (PDT)
…Awhile the Shade survived defying heaven:
Assailing in front, oppressing from above, A concrete mass of conscious power, he bore The tyranny of her divine desire… Her mastering Word commanded every limb And left no room for his enormous will That seemed pushed out into some helpless space And could no more re-enter but left him void. He called to Night but she fell shuddering back, He called to Hell but sullenly it retired: He turned to the Inconscient for support, From which he was born, his vast sustaining self: It drew him back towards boundless vacancy As if by himself to swallow up himself: He called to his strength, but it refused his call. His body was eaten by light, his spirit devoured. At last he knew defeat inevitable And left crumbling the shape that he had worn, Abandoning hope to make man's soul his prey And force to be mortal the immortal spirit. Afar he fled shunning her dreaded touch And refuge took in the retreating Night… more » Sunday, June 8
81: Her Goddess self grew visible in her eyes,
by
RY Deshpande
on June 8, 2008 04:23PM (PDT)
…truth and knowledge are an idle gleam,
If Knowledge brings not power to change the world, If Might comes not to give to Truth her right. A blind Force, not Truth has made this ignorant world, A blind Force, not Truth orders the lives of men: By Power, not Light, the great Gods rule the world; Power is the arm of God, the seal of Fate. O human claimant to immortality, Reveal thy power, lay bare thy spirit's force, Then will I give back to thee Satyavan. Or if the Mighty Mother is with thee, Show me her face that I may worship her; Let deathless eyes look into the eyes of Death, An imperishable Force touching brute things Transform earth's death into immortal life. Then can thy dead return to thee and live, The prostrate earth perhaps shall lift her gaze And feel near her the secret body of God And love and joy overtake fleeing Time. more » Saturday, June 7
80: It is the storm bird of an anarch Power
by
RY Deshpande
on June 7, 2008 05:10PM (PDT)
…Arise delivered by the seeing gods.
If free thou hadst kept thy mind from life's fierce stress, Thou mightst have been like them omniscient, calm. But the violent and passionate heart forbids. It is the storm bird of an anarch Power That would upheave the world and tear from it The indecipherable scroll of Fate, Death's rule and Law and the unknowable Will… The wise are tranquil; silent the great hills Rise ceaselessly towards their unreached sky, Seated on their unchanging base, their heads Dreamless in heaven's immutable domain… Be still and tardy in the slow wise world. Mighty art thou with the dread goddess filled, To whom thou criedst at dawn in the dim woods. Use not thy strength like the wild Titan souls! Touch not the seated lines, the ancient laws, Respect the calm of great established things… more » Friday, June 6
79: A slope that downward sank
by
RY Deshpande
on June 6, 2008 08:34PM (PDT)
Once more arose the great destroying Voice:
“Dream not to change the world that God has planned, Strive not to alter his eternal law.” But Savitri answered to the sophist God: “Once more wilt thou call Light to blind Truth's eyes, Make knowledge a catch of the snare of Ignorance And the Word a dart to slay my living Soul? Offer, O king, thy boons to tired spirits And hearts that could not bear the wounds of Time, Let those who were tied to body and to mind, Tear off those bonds and flee into white calm Crying for a refuge from the play of God, Surely thy boons are great since thou art He! If in the meaningless Void creation rose… How shall the nameless light not leap on men, And unknown powers emerge from Nature's sleep? Even now hints of a luminous Truth like stars Arise in the mind-mooned splendour of Ignorance; Even now the deathless Lover's touch we feel: If the chamber's door is even a little ajar, What then can hinder God from stealing in Or who forbid his kiss on the sleeping soul? Already God is near, the Truth is close…” more » Thursday, June 5
78: Earth cannot flower if lonely I return
by
RY Deshpande
on June 5, 2008 05:31PM (PDT)
Intent upon her silent will she walked
On the dim grass of vague unreal plains, A floating veil of visions in her front, A trailing robe of dreams behind her feet. But now her spirit's flame of conscient force Retiring from a sweetness without fruit Called back her thoughts from speech to sit within In a deep room in meditation's house. For only there could dwell the soul's firm truth: Imperishable, a tongue of sacrifice, It flamed unquenched upon the central hearth Where burns for the high house-lord and his mate The homestead's sentinel and witness fire From which the altars of the gods are lit. All still compelled went gliding on unchanged, Still was the order of these worlds reversed: The mortal led, the god and spirit obeyed And she behind was leader of their march And they in front were followers of her will. Onward they journeyed through the drifting ways Vaguely companioned by the glimmering mists; But faster now all fled as if perturbed Escaping from the clearness of her soul. A heaven-bird upon jewelled wings of wind Borne like a coloured and embosomed fire, By spirits carried in a pearl-hued cave, On through the enchanted dimness moved her soul. Death walked in front of her and Satyavan, In the dark front of Death, a failing star. Above was the unseen balance of his fate. more » |
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