February 1, I914 I TURN towards Thee who art everywhere and within ail and outside ail, intimate essence of all and remote from ail, centre of condensation for ail energies, creator of conscious individualities: 1 turn towards Thee and salute Thee, O liberator of the worlds, and, identified with Thy divine love, I contemplate the earth and its creatures, this mass of substance put into forms perpetually destroyed and renewed, this swarming mass of aggregates which are dissolved as soon as constituted, of beings who imagine that they are conscient and permanent individualities and who are as ephemeral as a breath, always alike or almost the same, in their diversity, repeating

July 1, 1914 WE salute Thee, O Lord, with adoration and joy and we give ourselves to Thee in a gift constantly renewed, so that Thy will may be done on the earth and in all places in this world. Turning towards Thee our thought is mute, but our heart exults, for Thou shinest in everything, and Page - 149 the smallest grain of sand can be an occasion for adoration. We bow down before Thee, we unite with Thee, O Lord, in a love without limit and full of an ineffable beatitude. O give to all this sovereign joy. July 4, 1914 O SOVEREIGN Force, victorious Power, Purity, Beauty, Love supreme, allow the integrality of this being

January 2, 1915 ANY idea, however powerful, however profound it be, if repeated too often, expressed too constantly, becomes dull, insipid, valueless...The highest concepts lose their bloom after a time, and the intelligence which delighted in transcendent speculations feels suddenly an imperious need to give up all its reasoning and its philosophy, and con- template life with the marvelling gaze of a child, caring no more to know anything of its past science, even though it were a science sovereignly divine. It is true to say that the divisions of time are purely arbitrary, that the date assigned to the renewal of the year varies according to latitudes, climate, habits, and is

November 3, 1914 FOR a long time, O Lord, my pen was silent... Yet Thou gavest me hours of unforgettable illumination, hours when the union between the dost divine Consciousness and the most material had become perfect, hours when the identification of the individual being with the universal Mother and of the universal Mother with Thee was so Page - 205 complete that the individual consciousness perceived simultaneously its own existence, the life of the whole universe and Thy eternity beyond all change. Beatitude was at its height in an ineffable and infinite peace, consciousness was luminous and immeasurable, complex and yet single, and existence all-powerful

Prayers and Meditations November 2, 1912 ALTHOUGH my whole being is in theory consecrated to Thee, O Sublime Master, who art the life, the light and the love in all things, I still find it hard to carry out this consecration in detail. It has taken me several weeks to learn. that the reason for this written meditation, its justification, lies in the very fact of addressing it daily to Thee. In this way I shall put into material shape each day a little of the conversation I have so often with Thee, I shall make my confession to Thee as well as it may be, not because I think I can tell Thee anything—for Thou art Thyself everything, but our artificial and exterior way of

July 12, 1918 SUDDENLY, before Thee, all my pride gave way. I understood how futile it was to wish to surmount oneself in Thy Presence...and I wept, wept . abundantly and without constraint, the sweetest tears of my life...Yes, how sweet they were, what a repose and calm they gave, the tears that I shed before Thee without any shame or constraint! Was it like a child in the arms of its father? But what a Father! What sublimity, what magnificence, what immensity of understanding! And what power, what plenitude in the response! Yes, those tears were like a holy dew. Was it so because it was not over my own trouble that I wept? Ah, what sweet, what beneficent tears, which have

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January 1, 1914 TO Thee, Supreme Dispenser of all boons, to Thee who justifiest life by making it pure, beautify and good, to Thee, Master of our destinies and goal of our aspirations, was consecrated the first minute of this new year. May it be wholly glorified by this consecration; may those who hope to attain Thee seek Thee in the right way; may those who seek Thee find Thee, and may those who suffer without knowing where lies the remedy feel Thy life piercing little by little the hard crust of their obscure consciousness, I bow down with a deep devotion and limitless gratitude before Thy

January 4, 1917 LORD, Thou heapest Thy benefits upon me. Now that this being expects nothing, desires nothing from life, life brings to it its most precious treasures, those treasures which men covet. In all the domains of individuality. Thou loadest me with Thy boons, mental, psychical and even material. Thou hast placed me in abundance, and abundance appears to me as natural as poverty, and does not cause me a greater joy; for, often, in poverty, the spiritual life was for me more intense and conscious; but I perceive very well this abundance, and my individual being, whom Thou loadest thus with Thy boons, prostrates itself before Thee with an ineffable gratitude. Page -

April l, 1914 IT seems to me that we have entered into the heart of Thy sanctuary and become aware of Thy will itself. A great joy, a deep peace reign in me, and yet all my inner constructions have vanished like a vain dream, and I find myself now before Thy immensity, without any frame or system, like a being not yet individualised. All that past, in its external form, appears to me ridiculous and arbitrary, and yet I know that it was useful in its time. But at present all is changed: a new stage has begun. April 2, 1914 EVERYDAY, at the moment when I wish to write I am interrupted, as if the new period which is opening before us was a period of expans