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SUPPLEMENTARY I SWEET MOTHER (New Series) The Golden Harvest The poet-saint Ramprasad says: “O my man, you do not know how to till! If you knew! Oh, you have such a piece of land – This human life of yours! You could have reaped gold from it.” Indeed this human body is the precious land from which one could reap a harvest of gold. For this body has the proud privilege of receiving the golden touch of the Divine materially and to hold it and maintain it. This materialisation of the Divine is the supreme alchemy of which the body is capable. There are other forms of union with the Divine, all forms of consciousness, of the mind, of th

A Vision The Mother says: “Just see. Look at me. I am here come back in my new body, – divine, transformed and glorious. And I am the same mother, still human. Do not worry. Do not be concerned about your own self, your progress and realisation, nor about others. I am here, look at me, gaze into me, enter into me wholly, merge into my being, lose yourself into my love, with your love. You will see all problems solved, everything done. Forget all else, forget the world. Remember me alone, be one with me, with my love…. ” ¹One is reminded of Rabindranath Tagore's Lo, from within our heart, 0 Mother, thou hast come forth in this wonder-form of yours! I gaze and gaze

Page - 78 THY GRACE THY Grace I pray for, a Mother, Within my heart, Thy fadeless light Upon my life's pathway. O Infinite! O Eternal! Golden image of love! With Thy moonglow Make my night blameless. I pray for thy grace, a Mother, Within my heart. A new music lights festive lamps Upon the stainless sky, The cry of Thy flute Weaves it into the sands of earth. Creation's brush Draws its heavenly callygraph In deathless dawnings. Awake! awake! my Dream-Queen. O Mother, I pray for Thy Grace Within my heart. Robi Gupta Page – 79

0bservations She is always there in that realm of the earth atmosphere from where she used to work even when here,- the same now as she was when in our midst. She is available in the same way – only we must know how to approach, to attune ourselves. She is accessible to our prayer in the same way, even to our prayer most puerile and foolish – if it is genuine, spontaneous, simple and candid, spoken with a child's innocence. She has a ear even to our nonsense. And yet... There is some difference between Her being here in the body and Her not being in the body here. The value of her being here in the body we begin to find out and appreciate only whe

The Human Touch Divine In what does the human touch consist? What is the thing that is specially and particularly human and is not found elsewhere, what makes man human – not merely animal and not solely godly? Well, it is the mortal element in immortality, mortality immortalised. An animal is mere mortality, a god solely immortality, man a bridge between the two, partaking of both. What makes mortality exquisite and poignant – as sacred indeed as immortality – is that which touched the great poet Virgil who found for it a mantra, almost a mantra, fairly well-known: "lacrimae rerum" – tears of things. There is in mortality a spring that brings forth tear-drops. There

-40_Le Periple D'or.htm Le Périple d' Or (Poème dansé par Yvonne Artaud) L UI ET ELLE L' ANGE MUSICIEN quatre DIEUX ou DÉESSES quatre ENFANTS quatre SERVANTES deux INITIÉS LA MULTITUDE L’ÊTRE NOUVEAU Le Deux-en-Un dans le cycle d'éternel retour d'une Manifestation qui s'enrichit sans cesse, – le Périple d'Or –, joue tous leg rôles. C'est Lui: l'enfant, le voyageur, l'amant, le disciple, le triomphateur, l'holocauste, l'Un, le Bien-Aimée. Page – 223 [Les scènes du Jeu terrestre marquent differéntes circonstances de leur multiple Rencontre et ne se situent pas forcément dans line seule vie.] L'Être Nou

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NEW TRANSLATIONS WITH ORIGINAL TEXTS MA non so qual divin romor benigno vada tonando nei mortali cuori come canta divinamente il cigno, lasciando il suo corpo nei freschi fiori. Puri pensieri, d'un gran impeto il segno, speranze benvenute, come cori di voci amabili, fan l'uomo degno del ciel, vincendo peccati e timori. Sri Aurobindo Page – 62 AN ITALIAN STANZA I KNOW not what godly blissful sound Goes thundering in mortal hearts Like the swan singing divinely When it leaves its body amongst fresh flowers. Pure thoughts, mark of a great urge, Welcome hopes, like a chorus of kindly voices, Make m

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