A FEW REMINISCENCES   pujalal   It was either 1925 or 1926.     From 1924 I had started coming to Pondicherry for the Master's Darshan every year as soon as I could collect some money for my long journey and stay for two to three months. This continued till I became permanent after November 1926.     Those days I was looking upon Sri Aurobindo as the great­est son of Mother India and the greatest Master of Yoga, although I had learnt through the late Sri Puraniji that he was not only a Master Yogi but also a living embodiment of Sri Krishna. But as I myself had no such experience at that time, I continued to look upon him as my Master who had graciously initiated

  Let....... Let me not forget Thee, Mother! Even for a moment's time, I will cast away all other Thoughts that with Thee do not rhyme.   Let my heart be one large hive Where Thy million memories Fraught with all Thy nectars five Throng like sweet celestial bees.   Let my peak-borne Manas lake Dreaming on a moon-white bed Of eternal peace awake, Thrilling greet Thy nearing tread.   Let my life flow in a flood Of rare rhythms that are Thy own, Caught in a high-pitched God ward mood That should fill my very bone.   Let my ardent service day Bea

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    He and You are One My hymns to Him are hymns to You; For He and You are one: You are His radiating light, And He the eternal Sun.   When I repeat His name I feel That You respond to it; You are, I'm sure, His other self At whose feet we may sit.   Where'er You be He is present there In His majestic mood; Inseparably one you are both In your mother-fatherhood.   He speaks to us in Your sweet voice, And blesses with Your hand; Your touch is His, maternal made, As I can understand.   Your smiles of grace bloom in His hear

ROSARY Page-136 THE MOTHER : Kali Puja : 10.11.58   1   Sweet Mother! grant that we may simply be, From now and always for all time to come, Thy little children growing happily In Thy great heart of Love, our brightest home.   2   Thou art the sweetest flower ever known; Thy heart, all nectar's fountain, never dries; We'll fly to Thee and claim Thee as our own, Sweet Mother! we Thy baby butterflies.   3   Our day begins not with morn's roses fine, But, Mother! only when we can behold The glory of Thy beauty's dawn divine,

    ' Tis Meetest Pray do not call me yours from now, And come to claim me; for To the Mother I belong, I vow. And to none else any more.   I am the Mother's little child, And so She too has said; I'm Mother's truly, She has smiled And spread on me Her shade.   I wonder why you want to make Unwilling ones your own; When Mother's there to undertake To be yours flesh and bone.   Let me alone, I will not bother You with anything; Let me alone with my Sweet Mother Whose name I'll always sing.   Call me not yours, and use no force; I

INTRODUCTION The Purna Yoga of Transformation that has evolved from the guidance of Sri Aurobindo and The Mother at the Master's Ashram situated on the Coromandel Coast in South India has attracted thousands of aspirants from all over the world. This Spiritual Centre of the Maha yogi of Pondicherry was envisaged many thousands of years ago by the great Rishi Augusta when he foretold of the coming of the greatest yogi from the North who would establish his asana, seat, for an integral world-yoga where East and West would find their ultimate synthesis. This yogic prediction was also confirmed in the songs and poems of another great yogi, Swami Rama-lingum who predicted the same co