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Homage To Sri Aurobindo
Centenary of Sri Aurobindo's Arrival in Pondicherry April 4, 1910 - April 4, 2010
31 MARCH 2010 A program of music, poetry recitations and flowers honouring the centenary of Sri Aurobindo's arrival in Pondicherry
SACRED LOVE Georgi Sviridov
Thou, O sacred love! Divine in human form Guide us Lord, to Light. Thou, O sacred love!
To THEE... The Mother
" To Thee who hast been the material envelope of our Master, to Thee our infinite gratitude. Before Thee who hast done so much for us, who hast worked, struggled, suffered, hoped, endured so much, before Thee who hast willed all, attempted all, prepared, achieved all for us, before Thee we bow down and implore that we may never forget, even for a moment, all we owe to Thee."
AN OLD CHALDEAN LEGEND The Mother
Long, long ago, in the desert land now called Arabia, a divine being came down to awaken the earth to the supreme love. As it usually happens he was not understood; therefore he was suspected and pursued. Mortally wounded by his aggressors, he wished to die alone and quietly in order to accomplish his work. Being followed, he started to run. Suddenly on the wide and bare plain he saw a small pomegranate bush. The Saviour crepe under its low branches to leave his body peacefully. Lo! the bush started growing as by a miracle. It grew and grew becoming thick and dense so that when the people chasing him passed by they did not think that the One they were looking for was hidden there and they went on their way. As drop by drop the sacred blood fell, softening the earth, the bush became covered with marvellous flowers; they were scarlet, enormous and clustered with petals - innumerable drops of blood. It is these flowers which for us express and contain the Divine Love.
PILGRIM Enya
THE BLUE BIRD Sri Aurobindo I am the bird of God in His blue; Divinely high and clear I sing the notes of the sweet and the true For the god's and the seraph's ear.
I rise like a fire from the mortal's earth Into a griefless sky And drop in the suffering soil of his birth Fire-seeds of ecstasy.
Into unfading Light; I bring the bliss of the Eternal's face And the boon of the Spirit's sight.
I measure the worlds with my ruby eyes; I have perched on Wisdom's tree Thronged with the blossoms of Paradise By the streams of Eternity.
Nothing is hid from my burning heart; My mind is shoreless and still; My song is rapture's mystic art, My flight immortal will.
A TREE Sri Aurobindo
A tree beside the sandy river-beach Holds up its topmost boughs Like fingers towards the skies they cannot reach, Earth-bound, heaven-amorous. This is the soul of man. Body and brain Hungry for earth our heavenly flight detain.
THE NIGHTINGALE Sri Aurobindo An Impression Hark in the trees the low-voiced nightingale Has slain the silence with a jubilant cry; How clear in the hushed night, yet voluble And various as sweet water wavering by, That murmurs in a channel small Beneath a low grey wall, Then sings amid the fitful rye... ROSE OF GOD Sri Aurobindo
Rose of Bliss, fire-sweet, seven- tinged with the ecstasies seven! Leap up in our heart of humanhood, O miracle, O flame, Passion-flower of the Nameless, bud of the mystical Name.
Rose of Light, immaculate core of the ultimate seeing! Live in the mind of our earthood; O golden Mystery, flower, Sun on the head of the Timeless, guest of the marvellous Hour.
Rose of Power with thy diamond halo piercing the night! Ablaze in the will of the mortal, design the wonder of thy plan, Image of Immortality, outbreak of the Godhead in man.
Rose of Life, crowded with petals, colour's lyre! Transform the body of the mortal like a sweet and magical rhyme; Bridge our earthhood and heavenhood, make deathless the children of Time. Rose of God, like a blush of rapture on Eternity's face, Rose of Love, ruby depth of all being, fire-passion of Grace! Arise from the heart of the yearning that sobs in Nature's abyss: Make earth the home of the Wonderful and life beatitude's kiss. How living a stillness reigns' The night's hushed rules All things obey but three, the slow wind's sigh Among the leaves, the cricket's ceaseless cry, The frog's harsh discord in the ringing pools.
And dreadful wideness of the inhuman night. The whole hushed world immeasurable might Be watching round this single spot of peace.
With thoughts of infinite reach that it creates A dangerous sense of space and abrogates The wholesome littleness of human life...
ESTO LES DEMO Kinley Lange Sung in Spanish "Where two or three are gathered in My name, There will I be also"
LINES FROM SAVITRI BOOK 4 CANTO 1
Then Spring, an ardent lover, leaped through leaves And caught the earth-bride in his eager clasp; His advent was a fire of irised hues, His arms were a circle of the arrival of joy. His voice was a call to the Transcendent's sphere Whose secret touch upon our mortal lives Keeps ever new the thrill that made the world, Remoulds an ancient sweetness to new shapes And guards intact unchanged by death and Time The answer of our hearts to Nature's charm And keeps for ever new, yet still the same, The throb that ever wakes to the old delight And beauty and rapture and the joy to live.
His coming brought the magic and the spell; At his touch life's tired heart grew glad and young; He made joy a willing prisoner in her breast. His grasp was a young god's upon earth's limbs: Changed by the passion of his divine outbreak He made her body beautiful with his kiss. Impatient for felicity he came, High-fluting with the coil's happy voice, His peacock turban trailing on the trees; His breath was a warm summons to delight, The dense voluptuous azure was his gaze. A soft celestial urge surprised the blood Rich with the instinct of God's sensuous joys; Revealed in beauty, a cadence was abroad Insistent on the rapture-thrill in life: Immortal movements touched the fleeting hours. A godlike packed intensity of sense Made it a passionate pleasure even to breathe; All sights and voices wove a single charm. The life of the enchanted globe became A storm of sweetness and of light and song, A revel of colour and of ecstasy, A hymn of rays, a litany of cries: A strain of choral priestly music sang And, swung on the swaying censer of the trees, A sacrifice of perfume filled the hours. Asocas burned in crimson spots of flame, Pure like the breath of an unstained desire White jasmines haunted the enamoured air, Pale mango- blossoms fed the liquid voice Of the love-maddened coil, and the brown bee Muttered in fragrance mid the honey-buds. The sunlight was a great god's golden smile. All Nature was at beauty's festival.
PEACE RESTS—A Danish Anthem
And peace rules hearth and home, While silver clouds the moon inclose And through the heavens roam.
In heaven's soft embrace; From yonder hills sweet voices rise And thank the Lord of grace.
May not you understand; Behold, from heaven's lofty sphere Peace falls upon the land! An angel, standing by your side With healing on his wings, To you, when falls the eventide, Sweet peace from heaven brings. Peace with each heart, both far and near, Where restlessness may gnaw! Peace with the few that hold me dear And those I never saw. O LUX BEATISSIMA Howard Helvey Sung in Latin
Fill the inmost heart Of all thy faithful.
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