Quotations for OM Choirs
Introduction
Each week at the OM Choirs in the Sri Aurobindo Ashram and in Auroville I read quotations compiled from the writings of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother. Before each OM I read one quote to help uplift our offering and strengthen our aspiration to be instruments for the descent of the New Music. At each OM Choir, after preparing our voices with warm-up exercises, we sing four OM's, the first three seated and the last standing, as the body is then in the most receptive position. This has evolved over many years and I have found that one hour is about the maximum time to receive the New Music, for after that the body tires, especially as many who come are not singers and we have a many elderly people joining us as well. After the four OM's we have a few minutes of deep concentration in which the descent of the New Music is concentrated in us and through us into the earth's atmosphere. However, there is no hard and fixed rule and each OM Choir will discover what is best for their group.
If you are in an OM Choir and have selected quotations from other sages and saints and seers, I would be grateful if you would send them to me at narada@sriaurobindoashram.info. Whatever sayings touch the depths of your soul will be gratefully received and will help OM Choirs throughout the world.
I have written a number of articles on the New Music where there are numerous inspiring quotations by musicians.
Narad (Richard Eggenberger)
Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Puducherry, India
Quotations from Savitri by Sri Aurobindo
My God is will and triumphs in his paths,
My God is love and sweetly suffers all.
To him I have offered hope for sacrifice
And gave my longings as a sacrament.
Who shall prohibit or hedge in his course,
The wonderful, the charioteer, the swift?
[BOOK IX: The Book of Eternal Night, Canto II: The Journey in Eternal Night, pp. 591--592]
"O Death, who reasonest, I reason not,
Reason that scans and breaks, but cannot build
Or builds in vain because she doubts her work.
I am, I love, I see, I act, I will."
Death answered her, one deep surrounding cry:
"Know also. Knowing, thou shalt cease to love
And cease to will, delivered from thy heart.
So shalt thou rest for ever and be still,
Consenting to the impermanence of things."
But Savitri replied for man to Death:
"When I have loved for ever, I shall know.
Love in me knows the truth all changings mask.
I know that knowledge is a vast embrace:
I know that every being is myself,
In every heart is hidden the myriad One.
I know the calm Transcendent bears the world,
The veiled Inhabitant, the silent Lord:
I feel his secret act, his intimate fire;
I hear the murmur of the cosmic Voice.
I know my coming was a wave from God.
[BOOK IX: The Book of Eternal Night, Canto II: The Journey in Eternal Night, p. 594]
Thy servitudes on earth are greater, King,
Than all the glorious liberties of heaven.
The heavens were once to me my natural home,
I too have wandered in star-jewelled groves,
Paced sun-gold pastures and moon-silver swards
And heard the harping laughter of their streams
And lingered under branches dropping myrrh;
I too have revelled in the fields of light
Touched by the ethereal raiment of the winds,
Thy wonder-rounds of music I have trod,
Lived in the rhyme of bright unlabouring thoughts,
I have beat swift harmonies of rapture vast,
Danced in spontaneous measures of the soul
The great and easy dances of the gods.
O fragrant are the lanes thy children walk
And lovely is the memory of their feet
Amid the wonder-flowers of Paradise:
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 687]
"In vain thou temptst with solitary bliss
Two spirits saved out of a suffering world;
My soul and his indissolubly linked
In the one task for which our lives were born,
To raise the world to God in deathless Light,
To bring God down to the world on earth we came,
To change the earthly life to life divine.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 692]
On the dumb bosom of this oblivious globe
Although as unknown beings we seem to meet,
Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,
Moved to each other by a causeless force.
The soul can recognise its answering soul
Across dividing Time and, on life's roads
Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers
Familiar splendours in an unknown face
And touched by the warning finger of swift love
It thrills again to an immortal joy
Wearing a mortal body for delight.
There is a Power within that knows beyond
Our knowings; we are greater than our thoughts,
And sometimes earth unveils that vision here.
To live, to love are signs of infinite things,
Love is a glory from eternity's spheres.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto II: Satyavan, p. 397]
A paean swelled from the lost musing deeps;
An anthem pealed to the triune ecstasies,
A cry of the moments to the Immortal's bliss.
As if the strophes of a cosmic ode,
A hierarchy of climbing harmonies
Peopled with voices and with visages
Aspired in a crescendo of the Gods
From Matter's abysses to the Spirit's peaks.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto V: The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness, pp. 90--91]
Music brought down celestial yearnings, song
Held the merged heart absorbed in rapturous depths,
Linking the human with the cosmic cry;
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto II: The Growth of the Flame, p. 361]
A fateful hand has touched the cosmic chords
And the intrusion of a troubled strain
Covers the inner music's hidden key
That guides unheard the surface cadences.
Yet is it joy to live and to create
And joy to love and labour though all fails,
And joy to seek though all we find deceives
And all on which we lean betrays our trust;
Yet something in its depths was worth the pain,
A passionate memory haunts with ecstasy's fire.
Even grief has joy hidden beneath its roots:
For nothing is truly vain the One has made:
In our defeated hearts God's strength survives
And victory's star still lights our desperate road;
Our death is made a passage to new worlds.
This to Life's music gives its anthem swell.
To all she lends the glory of her voice;
Heaven's raptures whisper to her heart and pass,
Earth's transient yearnings cry from her lips and fade.
Alone the God-given hymn escapes her art
That came with her from her spiritual home
But stopped half-way and failed, a silent word
Awake in some deep pause of waiting worlds,
A murmur suspended in eternity's hush:
But no breath comes from the supernal peace:
A sumptuous interlude occupies the ear
And the heart listens and the soul consents;
An evanescent music it repeats
Wasting on transience Time's eternity.
A tremolo of the voices of the hours
Oblivious screens the high intended theme
The self-embodying spirit came to play
On the vast clavichord of Nature-Force.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, pp. 194--195]
A sigh was straying among happy leaves;
Cool-perfumed with slow pleasure-burdened feet
Faint stumbling breezes faltered among flowers.
The white crane stood, a vivid motionless streak,
Peacock and parrot jewelled soil and tree,
The dove's soft moan enriched the enamoured air
And fire-winged wild-drakes swam in silvery pools.
Earth couched alone with her great lover Heaven,
Uncovered to her consort's azure eye.
In a luxurious ecstasy of joy
She squandered the love-music of her notes,
Wasting the passionate pattern of her blooms
And festival riot of her scents and hues.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto I: The Destined Meeting Place, pp. 389--390]
O rubies of silence, lips from which there stole
Low laughter, music of tranquillity,
Star-lustrous eyes awake in sweet large night
And limbs like fine-linked poems made of gold
Stanzaed to glimmering curves by artist gods,
Depart where love and destiny call your charm.
Venture through the deep world to find thy mate.
For somewhere on the longing breast of earth,
Thy unknown lover waits for thee the unknown.
Thy soul has strength and needs no other guide
Than One who burns within thy bosom's powers.
There shall draw near to meet thy approaching steps
The second self for whom thy nature asks,
He who shall walk until thy body's end
A close-bound traveller pacing with thy pace,
The lyrist of thy soul's most intimate chords
Who shall give voice to what in thee is mute.
Then shall you grow like vibrant kindred harps,
One in the beats of difference and delight,
Responsive in divine and equal strains,
Discovering new notes of the eternal theme.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto III: The Call to the Quest, p. 381]
I caught the echoes of a word supreme
And metred the rhythm-beats of infinity
And listened through music for the eternal Voice.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, p. 405]
Close is my father's creepered hermitage
Screened by the tall ranks of these silent kings,
Sung to by voices of the hue-robed choirs
Whose chants repeat transcribed in music's notes
The passionate coloured lettering of the boughs
And fill the hours with their melodious cry.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, p. 402]
His speech like glimmering music veiled his thoughts;
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 425]
He comes unseen into our darker parts
And, curtained by the darkness, does his work,
A subtle and all-knowing guest and guide,
Till they too feel the need and will to change.
All here must learn to obey a higher law,
Our body's cells must hold the Immortal's flame.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul's Release, p. 35]
The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has called out of the Silence his mute Force
Where she lay in the featureless and formless hush
Guarding from Time by her immobile sleep
The ineffable puissance of his solitude.
The Absolute, the Perfect, the Alone
Has entered with his silence into space:
He has fashioned these countless persons of one self;
He has built a million figures of his power;
He lives in all, who lived in his Vast alone;
Space is himself and Time is only he.
The Absolute, the Perfect, the Immune,
One who is in us as our secret self,
Our mask of imperfection has assumed,
He has made this tenement of flesh his own,
His image in the human measure cast
That to his divine measure we might rise;
Then in a figure of divinity
The Maker shall recast us and impose
A plan of godhead on the mortal's mould
Lifting our finite minds to his infinite,
Touching the moment with eternity.
This transfiguration is earth's due to heaven:
A mutual debt binds man to the Supreme:
His nature we must put on as he put ours;
We are sons of God and must be even as he:
His human portion, we must grow divine.
Our life is a paradox with God for key.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 67]
Across the vibrant secrecies of Space
A dim and happy music sweetly stole,
Smitten by unseen hands he heard heart-close
The harps' cry of the heavenly minstrels pass,
And voices of unearthly melody
Chanted the glory of eternal love
In the white-blue-moonbeam air of Paradise.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto IX: The Paradise of the Life-Gods, p. 234]
On the dumb bosom of this oblivious globe
Although as unknown beings we seem to meet,
Our lives are not aliens nor as strangers join,
Moved to each other by a causeless force.
The soul can recognise its answering soul
Across dividing Time and, on life's roads
Absorbed wrapped traveller, turning it recovers
Familiar splendours in an unknown face
And touched by the warning finger of swift love
It thrills again to an immortal joy
Wearing a mortal body for delight.
There is a Power within that knows beyond
Our knowings; we are greater than our thoughts,
And sometimes earth unveils that vision here.
To live, to love are signs of infinite things,
Love is a glory from eternity's spheres.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto II: Satyavan, p. 397]
A sumptuous interlude occupies the ear
And the heart listens and the soul consents;
An evanescent music it repeats
Wasting on transience Time's eternity.
A tremolo of the voices of the hours
Oblivious screens the high intended theme
The self-embodying spirit came to play
On the vast clavichord of Nature-Force.
Only a mighty murmur here and there
Of the eternal Word, the blissful Voice
Or Beauty's touch transfiguring heart and sense,
A wandering splendour and a mystic cry,
Recalls the strength and sweetness heard no more.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, p. 195]
This is our deepest need to join once more
What now is parted, opposite and twain,
Remote in sovereign spheres that never meet
Or fronting like far poles of Night and Day.
We must fill the immense lacuna we have made,
Re-wed the closed finite's lonely consonant
With the open vowels of Infinity,
A hyphen must connect Matter and Mind,
The narrow isthmus of the ascending soul:
We must renew the secret bond in things,
Our hearts recall the lost divine Idea,
Reconstitute the perfect word, unite
The Alpha and the Omega in one sound;
Then shall the Spirit and Nature be at one.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 56]
Alive in a dead rotating universe
We whirl not here upon a casual globe
Abandoned to a task beyond our force;
Even through the tangled anarchy called Fate
And through the bitterness of death and fall
An outstretched Hand is felt upon our lives.
It is near us in unnumbered bodies and births;
In its unslackening grasp it keeps for us safe
The one inevitable supreme result
No will can take away and no doom change,
The crown of conscious Immortality,
The godhead promised to our struggling souls
When first man's heart dared death and suffered life.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 59]
One who has shaped this world is ever its lord:
Our errors are his steps upon the way;
He works through the fierce vicissitudes of our lives,
He works through the hard breath of battle and toil,
He works through our sins and sorrows and our tears,
His knowledge overrules our nescience;
Whatever the appearance we must bear,
Whatever our strong ills and present fate,
When nothing we can see but drift and bale,
A mighty Guidance leads us still through all.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 59]
Here, living centre of that vision of peace,
A Woman sat in clear and crystal light:
Heaven had unveiled its lustre in her eyes,
Her feet were moonbeams, her face was a bright sun,
Her smile could persuade a dead lacerated heart
To live again and feel the hands of calm.
A low music heard became her floating voice:
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto IV: The Triple Soul-Forces, p. 514]
As into a heaven of strength and silence thought
Is ravished, all this living mortal clay
Is seized and in a swift and fiery flood
Of touches shaped by a Harmonist unseen.
A new sight comes, new voices in us form
A body of the music of the Gods.
[BOOK IX: The Book of Eternal Night, Canto I: Towards the Black Void, p. 572]
Our emotions are but high and dying notes
Of his wild music changed compellingly
By the passionate movements of a seeking Heart
In the inconstant links of hour with hour.
To call down heaven's distant answering song,
To cry to an unseized bliss is all we dare;
Once seized, we lose the heavenly music's sense;
Too near, the rhythmic cry has fled or failed;
All sweetnesses are baffling symbols here.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 433]
The music born in Matter's silences
Plucked nude out of the Ineffable's fathomlessness
The meaning it had held but could not voice;
The perfect rhythm now only sometimes dreamed
An answer brought to the torn earth's hungry need
Rending the night that had concealed the Unknown,
Giving to her her lost forgotten soul.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto V: The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness, p. 90]
But the Word of Life is hidden in its script,
The chant of Life has lost its divine note.
Unseen, a captive in a house of sound,
The spirit lost in the splendour of a dream
Listens to a thousand-voiced illusion's ode.
A delicate weft of sorcery steals the heart
Or a fiery magic tints her tones and hues,
Yet they but wake a thrill of transient grace;
A vagrant march struck by the wanderer Time,
They call to a brief unsatisfied delight
Or wallow in ravishments of mind and sense,
But miss the luminous answer of the soul.
A blind heart-throb that reaches joy through tears,
A yearning towards peaks for ever unreached,
An ecstasy of unfulfilled desire
Track the last heavenward climbings of her voice.
Transmuted are past suffering's memories
Into an old sadness's sweet escaping trail:
Turned are her tears to gems of diamond pain,
Her sorrow into a magic crown of song.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, pp. 193--194]
There was a strange consistency of shapes,
And the same thoughts were constant passers-by
And all renewed unendingly its charm
Alluring ever the expectant heart
Like music that one always waits to hear,
Like the recurrence of a haunting rhyme.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto I: The Dream Twilight of the Ideal, p. 603]
Oft inspiration with her lightning feet,
A sudden messenger from the all-seeing tops,
Traversed the soundless corridors of his mind
Bringing her rhythmic sense of hidden things.
A music spoke transcending mortal speech.
As if from a golden phial of the All-Bliss,
A joy of light, a joy of sudden sight,
A rapture of the thrilled undying Word
Poured into his heart as into an empty cup,
A repetition of God's first delight
Creating in a young and virgin Time.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul's Release, p. 38]
In that lucent ambience mystically clear
The eyes were doors to a celestial sense,
Hearing was music and the touch a charm,
And the heart drew a deeper breath of power.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto II: The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, p. 103]
A chant hymeneal to the unseen Divine,
A flaming rhapsody of white desire
Lured an immortal music into the heart
And woke the slumbering ear of ecstasy.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto III: The Glory and the Fall of Life, p. 123]
The world's senseless beauty mirrors God's delight.
That rapture's smile is secret everywhere;
It flows in the wind's breath, in the tree's sap,
Its hued magnificence blooms in leaves and flowers.
When life broke through its half-drowse in the plant
That feels and suffers but cannot move or cry,
In beast and in winged bird and thinking man
It made of the heart's rhythm its music's beat;
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto IV: The Kingdoms of the Little Life, p. 139]
The persistent thrill of a transfiguring touch
Persuaded the inert black quietude
And beauty and wonder disturbed the fields of God.
A wandering hand of pale enchanted light
That glowed along a fading moment's brink,
Fixed with gold panel and opalescent hinge
A gate of dreams ajar on mystery's verge.
One lucent corner windowing hidden things
Forced the world's blind immensity to sight.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto I: The Symbol Dawn, p. 3]
Immortal rhythms swayed in her time-born steps;
Her look, her smile awoke celestial sense
Even in earth-stuff, and their intense delight
Poured a supernal beauty on men's lives.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto II: The Issue, p. 15]
Hope chants to hope a bright immortal choir;
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto II: The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal, p. 607]
All here where each thing seems its lonely self
Are figures of the sole transcendent One:
Only by him they are, his breath is their life;
An unseen Presence moulds the oblivious clay.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 60]
In scenes forbidden to our pallid sense
Amid miraculous scents and wonder-hues
He met the forms that divinise the sight,
To music that can immortalise the mind
And make the heart wide as infinity
Listened, and captured the inaudible
Cadences that awake the occult ear:
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto IX: The Paradise of the Life-Gods, pp. 235--236]
Absolved from the ligaments of death and sleep
He rode the lightning seas of cosmic Mind
And crossed the ocean of original sound;
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XV: The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge, p. 298]
There were no contraries, no sundered parts,
All by spiritual links were joined to all
And bound indissolubly to the One:
Each was unique, but took all lives as his own,
And, following out these tones of the Infinite,
Recognised in himself the universe.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, p. 322]
As when the mantra sinks in Yoga's ear,
Its message enters stirring the blind brain
And keeps in the dim ignorant cells its sound;
The hearer understands a form of words
And, musing on the index thought it holds,
He strives to read it with the labouring mind,
But finds bright hints, not the embodied truth:
Then, falling silent in himself to know
He meets the deeper listening of his soul:
The Word repeats itself in rhythmic strains:
Thought, vision, feeling, sense, the body's self
Are seized unutterably and he endures
An ecstasy and an immortal change;
He feels a Wideness and becomes a Power,
All knowledge rushes on him like a sea:
Transmuted by the white spiritual ray
He walks in naked heavens of joy and calm,
Sees the God-face and hears transcendent speech:
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto III: The Call to the Quest, p. 375]
In moments when the inner lamps are lit
And the life's cherished guests are left outside,
Our spirit sits alone and speaks to its gulfs.
A wider consciousness opens then its doors;
Invading from spiritual silences
A ray of the timeless Glory stoops awhile
To commune with our seized illumined clay
And leaves its huge white stamp upon our lives.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, pp. 47--48]
In her confirmed because transformed in her,
Our life shall find in its fulfilled response
Above, the boundless hushed beatitudes,
Below, the wonder of the embrace divine.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto II: The Adoration of the Divine Mother, p. 315]
He travelled led by a mysterious sound.
A murmur multitudinous and lone,
All sounds it was in turn, yet still the same.
A hidden call to unforeseen delight
In the summoning voice of one long-known, well-loved,
But nameless to the unremembering mind,
It led to rapture back the truant heart.
The immortal cry ravished the captive ear.
Then, lowering its imperious mystery,
It sank to a whisper circling round the soul.
It seemed the yearning of a lonely flute
That roamed along the shores of memory
And filled the eyes with tears of longing joy.
A cricket's rash and fiery single note,
It marked with shrill melody night's moonless hush
And beat upon a nerve of mystic sleep
Its high insistent magical reveille.
A jingling silver laugh of anklet bells
Travelled the roads of a solitary heart;
Its dance solaced an eternal loneliness:
An old forgotten sweetness sobbing came.
Or from a far harmonious distance heard
The tinkling pace of a long caravan
It seemed at times, or a vast forest's hymn,
The solemn reminder of a temple gong,
A bee-croon honey-drunk in summer isles
Ardent with ecstasy in a slumbrous noon,
Or the far anthem of a pilgrim sea.
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.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XIV: The World-Soul, pp. 289--290]
Descend, O happiness, with thy moon-gold feet
Enrich earth's floors upon whose sleep we lie.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, p. 408]
Time lies below thy feet
And the whole world seems only a part of thee,
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to Earth, p. 718]
All Nature dumbly calls to her alone
To heal with her feet the aching throb of life
And break the seals on the dim soul of man
And kindle her fire in the closed heart of things.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto II: The Adoration of the Divine Mother, p. 314]
As if a sea exploring its own depths,
A living Oneness widened at its core
And joined him to unnumbered multitudes.
A Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love
Caught all into a sole immense embrace;
Existence found its truth on Oneness' breast
And each became the self and space of all.
The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,
To feel was a flame-discovery of God,
All mind was a single harp of many strings,
All life a song of many meeting lives;
For worlds were many, but the Self was one.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, pp. 322--323]
There is a oneness native and occult
That needs no instruments and erects no form;
In unison it grows with all that is.
All contacts it assumes into its trance,
Laugh-tossed consents to the wind's kiss and takes
Transmutingly the shocks of sun and breeze:
A blissful yearning riots in its leaves,
A magic passion trembles in its blooms,
Its boughs aspire in hushed felicity.
An occult godhead of this beauty is cause,
The spirit and intimate guest of all this charm,
This sweetness's priestess and this reverie's muse.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto I: The Birth and Childhood of the Flame, p. 356]
In all her acts a strange divinity shone:
Into a simplest movement she could bring
A oneness with earth's glowing robe of light,
A lifting up of common acts by love.
All-love was hers and its one heavenly cord
Bound all to all with her as golden tie.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto I: The Joy of Union; the Ordeal of the Foreknowledge of Death and the Heart's Grief and Pain, pp. 470--471]
A change now fell upon the singer's mood,
A rapture and a pathos moved his voice;
He sang no more of Light that never wanes,
And oneness and pure everlasting bliss,
He sang no more the deathless heart of Love,
His chant was a hymn of Ignorance and Fate.
He sang the name of Vishnu and the birth
And joy and passion of the mystic world,
And how the stars were made and life began
And the mute regions stirred with the throb of a Soul.
He sang the Inconscient and its secret self,
Its power omnipotent knowing not what it does,
All-shaping without will or thought or sense,
Its blind unerring occult mystery,
And darkness yearning towards the eternal Light,
And Love that broods within the dim abyss
And waits the answer of the human heart,
And death that climbs to immortality.
He sang of the Truth that cries from Night's blind deeps,
And the Mother-Wisdom hid in Nature's breast
And the Idea that through her dumbness works
And the miracle of her transforming hands,
Of life that slumbers in the stone and sun
And Mind subliminal in mindless life,
And the Consciousness that wakes in beasts and men.
He sang of the glory and marvel still to be born,
Of Godhead throwing off at last its veil,
Of bodies made divine and life made bliss,
Immortal sweetness clasping immortal might,
Heart sensing heart, thought looking straight at thought,
And the delight when every barrier falls,
And the transfiguration and the ecstasy.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, pp. 416--417]
"O Savitri, I am thy secret soul.
I have come down to the wounded desolate earth
To heal her pangs and lull her heart to rest
And lay her head upon the Mother's lap
That she may dream of God and know his peace
And draw the harmony of higher spheres
Into the rhythm of earth's rude troubled days.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto IV: The Triple Soul-Forces, p. 515]
In the passage of the lotus of the throat
Where speech must rise and the expressing mind
And the heart's impulse run towards word and act,
A glad uplift and a new working came.
The immortal's thoughts displaced our bounded view,
The immortal's thoughts earth's drab idea and sense;
All things now bore a deeper heavenlier sense.
A glad clear harmony marked their truth's outline,
Reset the balance and measures of the world.
Each shape showed its occult design, unveiled
God's meaning in it for which it was made
And the vivid splendour of his artist thought.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto V: The Finding of the Soul, p. 529]
The Mighty Mother sits in lucent calm
And holds the eternal Child upon her knees
Attending the day when he shall speak to Fate.
There is the image of our future's hope;
There is the sun for which all darkness waits,
There is the imperishable harmony;
The world's contradictions climb to her and are one:
There is the Truth of which the world's truths are shreds,
The Light of which the world's ignorance is the shade
Till Truth draws back the shade that it has cast,
The Love our hearts call down to heal all strife,
The Bliss for which the world's derelict sorrows yearn:
Thence comes the glory sometimes seen on earth,
The visits of Godhead to the human soul,
The Beauty and the dream on Nature's face.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto IV: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, p. 661]
As from the harp of some ecstatic god
There springs a harmony of lyric bliss
Striving to leave no heavenly joy unsung,
Such was the life in that embodied Light.
He seemed the wideness of a boundless sky,
He seemed the passion of a sorrowless earth,
He seemed the burning of a world-wide sun.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 683]
The wide world-rhythms wove their stupendous chant
To which life strives to fit our rhyme-beats here,
Melting our limits in the illimitable,
Tuning the finite to infinity.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul's Release, p. 30]
A mightier race shall inhabit the mortal's world.
On Nature's luminous tops, on the Spirit's ground,
The superman shall reign as king of life,
Make earth almost the mate and peer of heaven,
And lead towards God and truth man's ignorant heart
And lift towards godhead his mortality.
A power released from circumscribing bounds,
Its height pushed up beyond death's hungry reach,
Life's tops shall flame with the Immortal's thoughts,
Light shall invade the darkness of its base.
Then in the process of evolving Time
All shall be drawn into a single plan,
A divine harmony shall be earth's law,
Beauty and joy remould her way to live:
Even the body shall remember God,
Nature shall draw back from mortality
And Spirit's fires shall guide the earth's blind force;
Knowledge shall bring into the aspirant Thought
A high proximity to Truth and God.
The supermind shall claim the world for Light
And thrill with love of God the enamoured heart
And place Light's crown on Nature's lifted head
And found Light's reign on her unshaking base.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, pp. 706--707]
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.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 712]
A channel of universal harmony,
Hearing was a stream of magic audience,
A bed for occult sounds earth cannot hear.
Out of a covert tract of slumber self
The voice came of a truth submerged, unknown
That flows beneath the cosmic surfaces,
Only mid an omniscient silence heard,
Held by intuitive heart and secret sense.
It caught the burden of secrecies sealed and dumb,
It voiced the unfulfilled demand of earth
And the song of promise of unrealised heavens
And all that hides in an omnipotent Sleep.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul's Release, p. 29]
A low muttering rose from the subconscient caves,
The stammer of the primal ignorance;
Answer to that inarticulate questioning,
There stooped with lightning neck and thunder's wings
A radiant hymn to the Inexpressible
And the anthem of the superconscient light.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul's Release, p. 30]
The Supreme's gaze looked out through human eyes
And saw all things and creatures as itself
And knew all thought and word as its own voice.
There unity is too close for search and clasp
And love is a yearning of the One for the One,
And beauty is a sweet difference of the Same
And oneness is the soul of multitude.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto III: The Yoga of the Soul's Release, pp. 31--32]
A fortunate gait of days in tranquil air,
A flood of universal love and peace.
A sovereignty of tireless sweetness lived
Like a song of pleasure on the lips of Time.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto III: The Glory and the Fall of Life, p. 127]
The magic was chiselled of a conscious form;
Its tranced vibrations rhythmed a quick response,
And luminous stirrings prompted brain and nerve,
Awoke in Matter spirit's identity
And in a body lit the miracle
Of the heart's love and the soul's witness gaze.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto V: The Godheads of the Little Life, pp. 157--158]
And when that greater Self comes sea-like down
To fill this image of our transience,
All shall be captured by delight, transformed:
In waves of undreamed ecstasy shall roll
Our mind and life and sense and laugh in a light
Other than this hard limited human day,
The body's tissues thrill apotheosised,
Its cells sustain bright metamorphosis.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto V: The Godheads of the Little Life, p. 171]
This living dwarf-figurehead of darkened spirit
Out of its traffic in petty dreams shall rise.
Its shape of person and its ego-face
Divested of this mortal travesty,
Like a clay troll kneaded into a god
New-made in the image of the eternal Guest,
It shall be caught to the breast of a white Force
And, flaming with the paradisal touch
In a rose-fire of sweet spiritual grace,
In the red passion of its infinite change,
Quiver, awake, and shudder with ecstasy.
As if reversing a deformation's spell,
Released from the black magic of the Night,
Renouncing servitude to the dim Abyss,
It shall learn at last who lived within unseen,
And seized with marvel in the adoring heart
To the enthroned Child-Godhead kneel aware,
Trembling with beauty and delight and love.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto V: The Godheads of the Little Life, p. 171]
But first the spirit's ascent we must achieve
Out of the chasm from which our nature rose.
The soul must soar sovereign above the form
And climb to summits beyond mind's half-sleep;
Our hearts we must inform with heavenly strength,
Surprise the animal with the occult god.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto V: The Godheads of the Little Life, p. 171]
Arousing consciousness in things inert,
He imposed upon dark atom and dumb mass
The diamond script of the Imperishable,
Inscribed on the dim heart of fallen things
A paean-song of the free Infinite
And the Name, foundation of eternity,
And traced on the awake exultant cells
In the ideographs of the Ineffable
The lyric of the love that waits through Time
And the mystic volume of the Book of Bliss
And the message of the superconscient Fire.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VIII: The World of Falsehood, the Mother of Evil and the Sons of Darkness, p. 232]
The neighing pride of rapid life that roams
Wind-maned through our pastures, on my seeing mood
Cast shapes of swiftness; trooping spotted deer
Against the vesper sky became a song
Of evening to the silence of my soul.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, pp. 404--405]
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.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto I: The Birth and Childhood of the Flame, p. 352]
Earth keeps for man some short and perfect hours
When the inconstant tread of Time can seem
The eternal moment which the deathless live,
Yet rare that touch upon the mortal's world:
Hardly a soul and body here are born
In the fierce difficult movement of the stars,
Whose life can keep the paradisal note,
Its rhythm repeat the many-toned melody
Tirelessly throbbing through the rapturous air
Caught in the song that sways the Apsara's limbs
When she floats gleaming like a cloud of light,
A wave of joy on heaven's moonstone floor.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, pp. 421--422]
Ecstatic voices smote at hearing's chords,
Each movement found a music all its own;
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 673]
Songs thrilled of birds upon unfading boughs
The colours of whose plumage had been caught
From the rainbow of imagination's wings.
Immortal fragrance packed the quivering breeze.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, pp. 673--674]
Make still my life through thee a song of joy
And all my silence wide and deep with thee."
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to Earth, p. 719]
I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers
Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life
Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth;
Forerunners of a divine multitude,
Out of the paths of the morning star they came
Into the little room of mortal life.
I saw them cross the twilight of an age,
The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn,
The great creators with wide brows of calm,
The massive barrier-breakers of the world
And wrestlers with destiny in her lists of will,
The labourers in the quarries of the gods,
The messengers of the Incommunicable,
The architects of immortality.
Into the fallen human sphere they came,
Faces that wore the Immortal's glory still,
Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God,
Bodies made beautiful by the spirit's light,
Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire,
Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy,
Approaching eyes of a diviner man,
Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul,
Feet echoing in the corridors of Time.
High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss,
Discoverers of beauty's sunlit ways
And swimmers of Love's laughing fiery floods
And dancers within rapture's golden doors,
Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth
And justify the light on Nature's face.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto IV: The Vision and the Boon, pp. 343--344]
It stirred in the lotus of her throat of song,
And in her speech throbbed the immortal Word,
Her life sounded with the steps of the world-soul
Moving in harmony with the cosmic Thought.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto IV: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, p. 665]
Tireless the heart's adventure of delight,
Endless the kingdoms of the Spirit's bliss,
Unnumbered tones struck from one harmony's strings;
Each to its wide-winged universal poise,
Its fathomless feeling of the All in one,
Brought notes of some perfection yet unseen,
Its single retreat into Truth's secrecies,
Its happy sidelight on the Infinite.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto I: The World-Stair, p. 97]
Into those heights her spirit went floating up
Like an upsoaring bird who mounts unseen
Voicing to the ascent his throbbing heart
Of melody till a pause of closing wings
Comes quivering in his last contented cry
And he is silent with his soul discharged,
Delivered of his heart's burden of delight.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 678]
Magician builders of sound and rhythmic words,
Wind-haired Gandharvas chanted to the ear
The odes that shape the universal thought,
The lines that tear the veil from Deity's face,
The rhythms that bring the sounds of wisdom's sea.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 677]
A prayer, a master act, a king idea
Can link man's strength to a transcendent Force.
Then miracle is made the common rule,
One mighty deed can change the course of things;
A lonely thought becomes omnipotent.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto II: The Issue, p. 20]
"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."
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to the Earth, p. 724]
When darkness deepens strangling the earth's breast
And man's corporeal mind is the only lamp,
As a thief's in the night shall be the covert tread
Of one who steps unseen into his house.
A Voice ill-heard shall speak, the soul obey,
A Power into mind's inner chamber steal,
A charm and sweetness open life's closed doors
And beauty conquer the resisting world,
The Truth-Light capture Nature by surprise,
A stealth of God compel the heart to bliss
And earth grow unexpectedly divine.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 55]
In Matter shall be lit the spirit's glow,
In body and body kindled the sacred birth;
Night shall awake to the anthem of the stars,
The days become a happy pilgrim march,
Our will a force of the Eternal's power,
And thought the rays of a spiritual sun.
A few shall see what none yet understands;
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 55]
A few shall see what none yet understands;
God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep;
For man shall not know the coming till its hour
And belief shall be not till the work is done.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 55]
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.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 710]
A communion of spiritual entities,
A genius of creative Immanence,
Makes all creation deeply intimate:
A fourth dimension of aesthetic sense
Where all is in ourselves, ourselves in all,
To the cosmic wideness re-aligns our souls.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto II: The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, p. 112]
The Spirit's greatness is our timeless source
And it shall be our crown in endless Time.
A vast Unknown is round us and within;
All things are wrapped in the dynamic One:
A subtle link of union joins all life.
Thus all creation is a single chain:
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto II: The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, p. 110]
Here must the traveller of the upward Way---
For daring Hell's kingdoms winds the heavenly route---
Pause or pass slowly through that perilous space,
A prayer upon his lips and the great Name.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VII: The Descent into Night, p. 210]
Apart, living within, all lives she bore;
Aloof, she carried in herself the world:
Her dread was one with the great cosmic dread,
Her strength was founded on the cosmic mights;
The universal Mother's love was hers.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto I: The Symbol Dawn, p. 8]
A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary,
Her inward help unbarred a gate in heaven;
Love in her was wider than the universe,
The whole world could take refuge in her single heart.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto II: The Issue, p. 15]
A faith she craves that can survive defeat,
The sweetness of a love that knows not death,
The radiance of a truth for ever sure.
[BOOK I: The Book of Beginnings, Canto IV: The Secret Knowledge, p. 51]
Worlds are there nearer to those absolute realms,
Where the response to Truth is swift and sure
And spirit is not hampered by its frame
And hearts by sharp division seized and rent
And delight and beauty are inhabitants
And love and sweetness are the law of life.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto II: The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, p. 111]
Thus we draw near to the All-Wonderful
Following his rapture in things as sign and guide;
Beauty is his footprint showing us where he has passed,
Love is his heart-beats' rhythm in mortal breasts,
Happiness the smile on his adorable face.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto II: The Kingdom of Subtle Matter, p. 112]
The gulf between dream-truth, earth-fact was crossed,
The wonder-worlds of life were dreams no more;
His vision made all they unveiled its own:
Their scenes, their happenings met his eyes and heart
And smote them with pure loveliness and bliss.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto III: The Glory and the Fall of Life, p. 120]
Pure mystic voices in beatitude's hush
Appealed to Love's immaculate sweetnesses,
Calling his honeyed touch to thrill the worlds,
His blissful hands to seize on Nature's limbs,
His sweet intolerant might of union
To take all beings into his saviour arms,
Drawing to his pity the rebel and the waif
To force on them the happiness they refuse.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto III: The Glory and the Fall of Life, p. 123]
Only to be was a supreme delight,
Life was a happy laughter of the soul
And Joy was king with Love for minister.
The spirit's luminousness was bodied there.
Life's contraries were lovers or natural friends
And her extremes keen edges of harmony:
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto III: The Glory and the Fall of Life, p. 124]
For she remembers still, though now so far,
Her realm of golden ease and glad desire
And the beauty and strength and happiness that were hers
In the sweetness of her glowing paradise,
In her kingdom of immortal ecstasy
Half-way between God's silence and the Abyss.
This knowledge in our hidden parts we keep;
Awake to a vague mystery's appeal,
We meet a deep unseen Reality
Far truer than the world's face of present truth:
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, p. 199]
We are chased by a self we cannot now recall
And moved by a Spirit we must still become.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, p. 199]
Yet still to ourselves we say rekindling faith,
"Oh, surely one day he shall come to our cry,
One day he shall create our life anew
And utter the magic formula of peace
And bring perfection to the scheme of things.
One day he shall descend to life and earth,
Leaving the secrecy of the eternal doors,
Into a world that cries to him for help,
And bring the truth that sets the spirit free,
The joy that is the baptism of the soul,
The strength that is the outstretched arm of Love.
One day he shall lift his beauty's dreadful veil,
Impose delight on the world's beating heart
And bare his secret body of light and bliss."
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life, p. 200]
Life looked at him with changed and sombre eyes:
Her beauty he saw and the yearning heart in things
That with a little happiness is content,
Answering to a small ray of truth or love;
He saw her gold sunlight and her far blue sky,
Her green of leaves and hue and scent of flowers
And the charm of children and the love of friends
And the beauty of women and kindly hearts of men,
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto VII: The Descent into Night, p. 204]
Eternity drew close disguised as Love
And laid its hand upon the body of Time.
A little gift comes from the Immensitudes,
But measureless to life its gain of joy;
All the untold Beyond is mirrored there.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto IX: The Paradise of the Life-Gods, p. 237]
On one side glimmered hue on floating hue,
A glory of sunrise breaking on the soul,
In a tremulous rapture of the heart's insight
And the spontaneous bliss that beauty gives,
The lovely kingdoms of the deathless Rose.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XII: The Heavens of the Ideal, p. 277]
Our hidden centres of celestial force
Open like flowers to a heavenly atmosphere;
Mind pauses thrilled with the supernal Ray,
And even this transient body then can feel
Ideal love and flawless happiness
And laughter of the heart's sweetness and delight
Freed from the rude and tragic hold of Time,
And beauty and the rhythmic feet of the hours.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XII: The Heavens of the Ideal, pp. 278--279]
Eternity drew close disguised as Love
And laid its hand upon the body of Time.
A little gift comes from the Immensitudes,
But measureless to life its gain of joy;
All the untold Beyond is mirrored there.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto IX: The Paradise of the Life-Gods, p. 237]
The throb of one adoration's single bliss
In a rapt ether of undying love.
An inner happiness abode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless secure eternity
Of truth and beauty and good and joy made one.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XIV: The World-Soul, p. 291]
As when one walks in sleep through luminous dreams
And, conscious, knows the truth their figures mean,
Here where reality was its own dream,
He knew things by their soul and not their shape:
As those who have lived long made one in love
Need word nor sign for heart's reply to heart,
He met and communed without bar of speech
With beings unveiled by a material frame.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XIV: The World-Soul, p. 292]
There was a strange spiritual scenery,
A loveliness of lakes and streams and hills,
A flow, a fixity in a soul-space,
And plains and valleys, stretches of soul-joy,
And gardens that were flower-tracts of the spirit,
Its meditations of tinged reverie.
Air was the breath of a pure infinite.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XIV: The World-Soul, p. 292]
All here was known by a spiritual sense:
Thought was not there but a knowledge near and one
Seized on all things by a moved identity,
A sympathy of self with other selves,
The touch of consciousness on consciousness
And being's look on being with inmost gaze
And heart laid bare to heart without walls of speech
And the unanimity of seeing minds
In myriad forms luminous with the one God.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XIV: The World-Soul, p. 292]
Here came the thought that passes beyond Thought,
Here the still Voice which our listening cannot hear,
The Knowledge by which the knower is the known,
The Love in which beloved and lover are one.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XV: The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge, pp. 297--298]
A glorious multiple of one radiant Self,
Answering to joy with joy, to love with love,
All there were moving mansions of God-bliss;
Eternal and unique they lived the One.
[BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds, Canto XV: The Kingdoms of the Greater Knowledge, p. 298]
But where is the Lover's everlasting Yes,
And immortality in the secret heart,
The voice that chants to the creator Fire,
The symbolled OM, the great assenting Word,
The bridge between the rapture and the calm,
The passion and the beauty of the Bride,
The chamber where the glorious enemies kiss,
The smile that saves, the golden peak of things?
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto II: The Adoration of the Divine Mother, pp. 310--311]
A Heart was felt in the spaces wide and bare,
A burning Love from white spiritual founts
Annulled the sorrow of the ignorant depths;
Suffering was lost in her immortal smile.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto II: The Adoration of the Divine Mother, pp. 313--314]
A Life from beyond grew conqueror here of death;
To err no more was natural to mind;
Wrong could not come where all was light and love.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto II: The Adoration of the Divine Mother, p. 314]
Only he longed to draw her presence and power
Into his heart and mind and breathing frame;
Only he yearned to call for ever down
Her healing touch of love and truth and joy
Into the darkness of the suffering world.
His soul was freed and given to her alone.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto II: The Adoration of the Divine Mother, p. 316]
A word, a laughter, sprang from Silence' breast,
A rhythm of Beauty in the calm of Space,
A knowledge in the fathomless heart of Time.
All turned to all without reserve's recoil:
A single ecstasy without a break,
Love was a close and thrilled identity
In the throbbing heart of all that luminous life.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, p. 325]
There was no gulf between the thought and fact,
Ever they replied like bird to calling bird;
The will obeyed the thought, the act the will.
There was a harmony woven twixt soul and soul.
A marriage with eternity divinised Time.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, p. 327]
There substance was a resonant harp of self,
A net for the constant lightnings of the spirit,
A magnet power of love's intensity
Whose yearning throb and adoration's cry
Drew God's approaches close, sweet, wonderful.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, p. 329]
All had not ceased in the unbounded hush.
His heart lay somewhere conscious and alone
Far down below him like a lamp in night;
Abandoned it lay, alone, imperishable,
Immobile with excess of passionate will,
His living, sacrificed and offered heart
Absorbed in adoration mystical,
Turned to its far-off fount of light and love.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation, p. 332]
The Ambassadors of the Unseen draw near.
A splendour sullied by the mortal air,
Love passes through his heart, a wandering guest.
Beauty surrounds him for a magic hour,
He has visits of a large revealing joy,
Brief widenesses release him from himself,
Enticing towards a glory ever in front
Hopes of a deathless sweetness lure and leave.
His mind is crossed by strange discovering fires,
Rare intimations lift his stumbling speech
To a moment's kinship with the eternal Word;
A masque of Wisdom circles through his brain
Perturbing him with glimpses half divine.
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto IV: The Vision and the Boon, p. 340]
O radiant fountain of the world's delight
World-free and unattainable above,
O Bliss who ever dwellst deep-hid within
While men seek thee outside and never find,
Mystery and Muse with hieratic tongue,
Incarnate the white passion of thy force,
Mission to earth some living form of thee.
One moment fill with thy eternity,
Let thy infinity in one body live,
All-Knowledge wrap one mind in seas of light,
All-Love throb single in one human heart.
Immortal, treading the earth with mortal feet
All heaven's beauty crowd in earthly limbs!
Omnipotence, girdle with the power of God
Movements and moments of a mortal will,
Pack with the eternal might one human hour
And with one gesture change all future time.
Let a great word be spoken from the heights
And one great act unlock the doors of Fate."
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto IV: The Vision and the Boon, p. 345]
All mights and greatnesses shall join in her;
Beauty shall walk celestial on the earth,
Delight shall sleep in the cloud-net of her hair,
And in her body as on his homing tree
Immortal Love shall beat his glorious wings.
A music of griefless things shall weave her charm;
The harps of the Perfect shall attune her voice,
The streams of Heaven shall murmur in her laugh,
Her lips shall be the honeycombs of God,
Her limbs his golden jars of ecstasy,
Her breasts the rapture-flowers of Paradise.
She shall bear Wisdom in her voiceless bosom,
Strength shall be with her like a conqueror's sword
And from her eyes the Eternal's bliss shall gaze.
A seed shall be sown in Death's tremendous hour,
A branch of heaven transplant to human soil;
Nature shall overleap her mortal step;
Fate shall be changed by an unchanging will."
[BOOK III: The Book of the Divine Mother, Canto IV: The Vision and the Boon, p. 346]
A boundless knowledge greater than man's thought,
A happiness too high for heart and sense
Locked in the world and yearning for release
She felt in her; waiting as yet for form,
It asked for objects around which to grow
And natures strong to bear without recoil
The splendour of her native royalty,
Her greatness and her sweetness and her bliss,
Her might to possess and her vast power to love:
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto II: The Growth of the Flame, p. 362]
Amid her tresses' cloudy multitude
Her long eyes shadowed as by wings of Night
Under that moon-gold forehead's dreaming breadth
Were seas of love and thought that held the world;
Marvelling at life and earth they saw truths far.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto III: The Call to the Quest, p. 372]
Afar from the brute noise of clamorous needs
The quieted all-seeking mind could feel,
At rest from its blind outwardness of will,
The unwearied clasp of her mute patient love
And know for a soul the mother of our forms.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto IV: The Quest, p. 380]
Some deeper plunged; from life's external clasp
Beckoned into a fiery privacy
In the soul's unprofaned star-white recess
They sojourned with an everliving Bliss;
A Voice profound in the ecstasy and the hush
They heard, beheld an all-revealing Light.
All time-made difference they overcame;
The world was fibred with their own heart-strings;
Close drawn to the heart that beats in every breast,
They reached the one self in all through boundless love.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto IV: The Quest, p. 381]
Persuading the hatred and the strife to cease
The love that flows from the one Mother's breast
Healed with their hearts the hard and wounded world.
[BOOK IV: The Book of Birth and Quest, Canto IV: The Quest, p. 383]
A visage was there, noble and great and calm,
As if encircled by a halo of thought,
A span, an arch of meditating light,
As though some secret nimbus half was seen;
Her inner vision still remembering knew
A forehead that wore the crown of all her past,
Two eyes her constant and eternal stars,
Comrade and sovereign eyes that claimed her soul,
Lids known through many lives, large frames of love.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto II: Satyavan, p. 396]
This golden figure given to his grasp
Hid in its breast the key of all his aims,
A spell to bring the Immortal's bliss on earth,
To mate with heaven's truth our mortal thought,
To lift earth-hearts nearer the Eternal's sun.
In these great spirits now incarnate here
Love brought down power out of eternity
To make of life his new undying base.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto II: Satyavan, p. 396]
Love dwells in us like an unopened flower
Awaiting a rapid moment of the soul,
Or he roams in his charmed sleep mid thoughts and things;
The child-god is at play, he seeks himself
In many hearts and minds and living forms:
He lingers for a sign that he can know
And, when it comes, wakes blindly to a voice,
A look, a touch, the meaning of a face.
[BOOK V: The Book of Love, Canto II: Satyavan, p. 398]
He sang to them of the lotus-heart of love
With all its thousand luminous buds of truth,
Which quivering sleeps veiled by apparent things.
It trembles at each touch, it strives to wake
And one day it shall hear a blissful voice
And in the garden of the Spouse shall bloom
When she is seized by her discovered lord.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 417]
Behold this image cast by light and love,
A stanza of the ardour of the gods
Perfectly rhymed, a pillared ripple of gold!
Her body like a brimmed pitcher of delight
Shaped in a splendour of gold-coloured bronze
As if to seize earth's truth of hidden bliss.
Dream-made illumined mirrors are her eyes
Draped subtly in a slumbrous fringe of jet,
Retaining heaven's reflections in their depths.
Even as her body, such is she within.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 417]
Behold her, singer with the prescient gaze,
And let thy blessing chant that this fair child
Shall pour the nectar of a sorrowless life
Around her from her lucid heart of love,
Heal with her bliss the tired breast of earth
And cast like a happy snare felicity.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 422]
Let Fate do with me what she will or can;
I am stronger than death and greater than my fate;
My love shall outlast the world, doom falls from me
Helpless against my immortality.
Fate's law may change, but not my spirit's will."
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 432]
My spirit has glimpsed the glory for which it came,
The beating of one vast heart in the flame of things,
My eternity clasped by his eternity
And, tireless of the sweet abysms of Time,
Deep possibility always to love.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto I: The Word of Fate, p. 435]
O mortal, bear this great world's law of pain,
In thy hard passage through a suffering world
Lean for thy soul's support on Heaven's strength,
Turn towards high Truth, aspire to love and peace.
A little bliss is lent thee from above,
A touch divine upon thy human days.
Make of thy daily way a pilgrimage,
For through small joys and griefs thou mov'st towards God.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto II: The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain, p. 451]
A vast intention has brought two souls close
And love and death conspire towards one great end.
For out of danger and pain heaven-bliss shall come,
Time's unforeseen event, God's secret plan.
This world was not built with random bricks of Chance,
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto II: The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain, p. 459]
A blind god is not destiny's architect;
A conscious power has drawn the plan of life,
There is a meaning in each curve and line.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto II: The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain, pp. 459--460]
But still a cry was heard in the infinite,
And still to the listening soul on mortal earth
A high and far imperishable voice
Chanted the anthem of eternal love.
[BOOK VI: The Book of Fate, Canto II: The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain, p. 462]
One day I will return, a bringer of strength,
And make thee drink from the Eternal's cup;
His streams of force shall triumph in thy limbs
And Wisdom's calm control thy passionate heart.
Thy love shall be the bond of humankind,
Compassion the bright key of Nature's acts:
Misery shall pass abolished from the earth;
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto IV: The Triple Soul-Forces, p. 507]
Only when Eternity takes Time by the hand,
Only when infinity weds the finite's thought,
Can man be free from himself and live with God.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto IV: The Triple Soul-Forces, p. 516]
And turning to her being of light she spoke:
"Madonna of light, Mother of joy and peace,
Thou art a portion of my self put forth
To raise the spirit to its forgotten heights
And wake the soul by touches of the heavens.
Because thou art, the soul draws near to God;
Because thou art, love grows in spite of hate
And knowledge walks unslain in the pit of Night.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto IV: The Triple Soul-Forces, p. 520]
In the kingdom of the lotus of the heart
Love chanting its pure hymeneal hymn
Made life and body mirrors of sacred joy
And all the emotions gave themselves to God.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto V: The Finding of the Soul, p. 529]
It was her self, it was the self of all,
It was the reality of existing things,
It was the consciousness of all that lived
And felt and saw; it was Timelessness and Time,
It was the Bliss of formlessness and form.
It was all Love and the one Beloved's arms,
It was sight and thought in one all-seeing Mind,
It was joy of Being on the peaks of God.
[BOOK VII: The Book of Yoga, Canto VII: The Cosmic Spirit and the Cosmic Consciousness, p. 555]
Love's golden wings have power to fan thy void:
The eyes of love gaze starlike through death's night,
The feet of love tread naked hardest worlds.
[BOOK IX: The Book of Eternal Night, Canto II: The Journey in Eternal Night, p. 592]
My love is not a hunger of the heart,
My love is not a craving of the flesh;
It came to me from God, to God returns.
Even in all that life and man have marred,
A whisper of divinity still is heard,
A breath is felt from the eternal spheres.
Allowed by Heaven and wonderful to man
A sweet fire-rhythm of passion chants to love.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto II: The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal, pp. 612--613]
One who came love and lover and beloved
Eternal, built himself a wondrous field
And wove the measures of a marvellous dance.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto II: The Gospel of Death and Vanity of the Ideal, pp. 612--613]
All our earth starts from mud and ends in sky,
And Love that was once an animal's desire,
Then a sweet madness in the rapturous heart,
An ardent comradeship in the happy mind,
Becomes a wide spiritual yearning's space.
A lonely soul passions for the Alone,
The heart that loved man thrills to the love of God,
A body is his chamber and his shrine.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto III: The Debate of Love and Death, p. 632]
When unity is won, when strife is lost
And all is known and all is clasped by Love
Who would turn back to ignorance and pain?
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto III: The Debate of Love and Death, p. 633]
My love eternal sits throned on God's calm;
For Love must soar beyond the very heavens
And find its secret sense ineffable;
It must change its human ways to ways divine,
Yet keep its sovereignty of earthly bliss.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto III: The Debate of Love and Death, p. 633]
Our lives are God's messengers beneath the stars;
To dwell under death's shadow they have come
Tempting God's light to earth for the ignorant race,
His love to fill the hollow in men's hearts,
His bliss to heal the unhappiness of the world.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto III: The Debate of Love and Death, p. 633]
Love must not cease to live upon the earth;
For Love is the bright link twixt earth and heaven,
Love is the far Transcendent's angel here;
Love is man's lien on the Absolute."
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto III: The Debate of Love and Death, p. 633]
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?
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto IV: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, p. 649]
Freedom is this with ever seated soul,
Large in life's limits, strong in Matter's knots,
Building great stuff of action from the worlds
To make fine wisdom from coarse, scattered strands
And love and beauty out of war and night,
The wager wonderful, the game divine.
[BOOK X: The Book of the Double Twilight, Canto IV: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real, p. 653]
Eternity multiplied its vast self-look
Translating its endless mightiness and joy
Into delight souls playing with Time could share
In grandeurs ever new-born from the unknown depths,
In powers that leaped immortal from unknown heights,
In passionate heart-beats of an undying love,
In scenes of a sweetness that can never fade.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 671]
Then all the woman yearningly replied:
"Thy embrace which rends the living knot of pain,
Thy joy, O Lord, in which all creatures breathe,
Thy magic flowing waters of deep love,
Thy sweetness give to me for earth and men."
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 697]
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.
My will shall be the meaning of their days;
Living for me, by me, in me they shall live.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 699]
Hearts touched by thy love shall answer to my call,
Discover the ancient music of the spheres
In the revealing accents of thy voice
And nearer draw to me because thou art:
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 701]
For ever love, O beautiful slave of God!
O lasso of my rapture's widening noose,
Become my cord of universal love.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 702]
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.
[BOOK XI: The Book of Everlasting Day, Canto I: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice and the Supreme Consummation, p. 712]
All things in Time and Space she had taken for hers;
In her they moved, by her they lived and were,
The whole wide world clung to her for delight,
Created for her rapt embrace of love.
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to Earth, pp. 715--716]
"All now is changed, yet all is still the same.
Lo, we have looked upon the face of God,
Our life has opened with divinity.
We have borne identity with the Supreme
And known his meaning in our mortal lives.
Our love has grown greater by that mighty touch
And learned its heavenly significance,
Yet nothing is lost of mortal love's delight.
Heaven's touch fulfils but cancels not our earth:
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to Earth, p. 719]
Let us go through this new world that is the same,
For it is given back, but it is known,
A playing-ground and dwelling-house of God
Who hides himself in bird and beast and man
Sweetly to find himself again by love,
By oneness.
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to Earth, p. 720]
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."
Wondering at her and her too luminous words
[BOOK XII: Epilogue, The Return to Earth, pp. 723--724]
All that is is he, and he is the More than all that is, and we ourselves, though we know it not, are being of his being, force of his force, conscious with a consciousness derived from his; even our mortal existence is made out of his substance and there is an immortal within us that is a spark of the Light and Bliss that are for ever. No matter whether by knowledge, works, love or any other means, to become aware of this truth of our being, to realise it, to make it effective here or elsewhere is the object of all Yoga.
[Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis of Yoga (The Yoga of Divine Works, Chapter XI: The Master of the Work), p. 243]
The ascent to the divine Life is the human journey, the Work of works, the acceptable Sacrifice. This alone is man's real business in the world and the justification of his existence, without which he would be only an insect crawling among other ephemeral insects on a speck of surface mud and water which has managed to form itself amid the appalling immensities of the physical universe.
[Sri Aurobindo, The Life Divine (Chapter VI: Man in the Universe), p. 48]
Our sense by its incapacity has invented darkness. In truth there is nothing but Light, only it is a power of light either above or below our poor human vision's limited range. For do not imagine that light is created by the Suns. The Suns are only physical concentrations of Light, but the splendour they concentrate for us is self-born and everywhere. God is everywhere and wherever God is, there is Light.
[Sri Aurobindo]
The more complete your faith, sincerity and surrender, the more will grace and protection be with you. And when the grace and protection of the Divine Mother are with you, what is there that can touch you or whom need you fear?
[Sri Aurobindo]
The house of the Divine is not closed to any who knock sincerely at its gates, whatever their past stumbles and errors.
[Sri Aurobindo]
Divine Grace is essential for success in the Sadhana, but it is the practice that prepares the descent of the Grace.
[Sri Aurobindo]
God speaks to the heart when the brain cannot understand Him.
[Sri Aurobindo]
We do not belong to past dawns but to the noons of the future.
[Sri Aurobindo]
All problems of existence are essentially problems of harmony.
[Sri Aurobindo]
The light is everywhere. The force is everywhere. And the world is so small.
[The Mother]
Behind all appearances there is a harmony of forces and movements which is something like the harmony of all the different kinds of instruments in a perfect symphony.
[Vol. 17 of Mother's Collected Works, 30 July 1934, p. 176]
I find fault with nobody! and never take sides. But, my way of seeing is somewhat different. For my consciousness the whole life upon earth, including the human life and all its mentality, is a mass of vibrations, mostly vibrations of falsehood, ignorance and disorder, in which are more and more at work vibrations of Truth and Harmony coming from the higher regions and pushing their way through the resistance. In this vision, the ego-sense and the individual assertion and separateness become quite unreal and illusory. When some extra confusion is created in the already existing confusion, I direct upon it some special vibrations to restore as much as possible a better harmony. It is not the individuals as such that feel the "blow", it is their clinging to or siding with the disharmony.
[Vol. 17 of Mother's Collected Works, 30 July 1934, p. 238]
When one lives in contact with the universal harmony, time passes without leaving any trace.
[Vol. 17 of Mother's Collected Works, 30 July 1934, p. 239]
About sadhana I should like to ask you: why not do sadhana through your music? Surely meditation is not the only way of doing sadhana. Through your music bhakti and aspiration can grow and prepare the nature for realisation.
[On Education, p. 237]
The role of music lies in helping the consciousness to uplift itself towards the spiritual heights.
[On Education, 22 July 1967, p. 240]
O Lord, Lord, a boundless joy fills my heart, songs of gladness surge through my head in marvelous waves, and in the full confidence of Thy certain triumph I find a sovereign Peace and an invincible Power. Thou fillest my being, Thou animatest it, Thou settest in motion its hidden springs, Thou illuminest its understanding, Thou intensifiest its life, Thou increasest tenfold its love; and I no longer know whether the universe is I or I the universe, whether Thou art in me or I in Thee; Thou alone art and all is Thou; and the streams of Thy infinite grace fill and overflow the world.
Sing O lands, sing O peoples, sing O men,
The Divine Harmony is there.
[The Mother, Prayers and Meditations]
Beautiful indeed was the song of the primordial sphere cradled in the bosom of immensity, but how much more beautiful and triumphant is the symphony of the constellations, the music of the spheres, the immense choir that fills the heavens with an eternal hymn of victory!
[The Mother, Prayers and Meditations]
Before sitting down I don't even know what notes I am going to play. .... But I do not at all know what will come. Nothing at all, nothing. I don't even decide what feeling or idea of state of consciousness is going to be expressed, nothing. I am like a blank page. I come and sit down, concentrate for a minute and let it come.
[The Mother, Questions and Answers]
Oh, let Light be poured on all the earth and Peace inhabit every heart.
[The Mother]
'By the very fact that you live on earth at this time - whether you are conscious of it or not, even whether you want it or not - you are absorbing with the air you breathe this new supramental substance... now spreading in the earth atmosphere. And it is preparing things in you which will manifest very suddenly as soon as you have taken the decisive step.'
[The Mother
At the very bottom of the inconscience most hard and rigid and narrow and stifling I struck upon an almighty spring that cast me up forthwith into a formless limitless Vast vibrating with the seeds of a new world."
[Nov 5, Mother's experience described in Her New Year message for 1959]
To aspire is indispensable.
Well, when one aspires for the Force, when one asks the Divine for help, if one asks with the unshakeable certitude that it will come, that it is impossible that it won't, then it is sure to come.
The psychic has this trust, has it wonderfully, without a shadow, an argument, without a contradiction.
And when it is like that, there is not a prayer which does not get an answer, no aspiration which is not realised.
[The Mother]
Blessed are those who take a leap towards the Future
[The Mother, 1971]
The One unmoving is swifter than thought, the gods cannot overtake It, for It travels ever in front; It moves and It moves not, It is far away from us and it is very close.
[Isha Upanishad]
The Mother on Love
At its origin love is like a flame, a white flame which overcomes all resistance.
Love is, in its essence, the joy of identity: it finds its supreme expression in the bliss of union.
In its essence, love is one, as consciousness is one: but in manifestation, it is coloured and differentiated according to each one's nature.
In deed, all life is love if we know how to live it.
It is Love that one lives through the forms and the sounds.
Forms in general are the result of Love's effort to bring consciousness into Matter.
The first expression of love is to serve.
To love is not to possess, but to give oneself.
Without self-giving there is no love.
Love is sufficient unto itself and has no need of reciprocity.
Love is not and end in itself, but a supreme means.
Love does not manifest in human beings alone; it is everywhere.
Love is not a personal thing; love is a universal divine feeling that is manifesting through you.
Love is the source of the Universe and the Power that at once unites the manifestation in itself and with its Creator.
Love is the secret and Love is the means.
No blessing is equal to that of love.
Nothing is more precious than Love. Indeed it is the supreme Power.
It is to the sincerity of your aspiration that the Love answers spontaneously.
Love is there in the silent depths of your heart, it is up to you to discover it.
Let the peace of deep love penetrate your whole being and flood you with quiet joy and strength.
A little of true love does more than the finest speeches.
True love, that which fulfils and illumines, is not the love one receives but the love one gives.
They always speak of the rights of love but love's only right is the right of self-giving.
True Love is the Master of the world and eventually, it will conquer everything.
There is a deep and true consciousness in which all can meet in love and harmony.
Your soul is immortal and lives in eternal Love.
Love is at the origin of the world and Love is its Goal.
True love and consecration lead much quicker to the Divine than an arduous tapasya.
Wherever is your body, you are close to what you love.
The Divine's love is always with you and that is the only thing that never fails in life.
Find your psychic being and you will understand what divine Love is.
The creation moves upward through love towards the Divine and in answer there leans downward to meet the creation the Divine Love and Grace.
With the Divine Love is the supreme Power of Transformation.
Everything changes constantly, except the Eternal Love.
Sincere love will overcome al obstacles, difficulties and deficiencies.
Love alone can put an end to the suffering of the world.
The only method of conquering all resistances is the method of love.
Love is the strongest and most integral of all powers.
Of all the forces acting in the universe, love is the most powerful, the most irresistible.
Love has no need to destroy in order to transform, it has the direct power of transformation.
Consciousness is indeed the creator of the universe, but love is its saviour.