VIII         THE BASIS OF SAVITRI:         SRI AUROBINDO'S YOGA   What was it that Sri Aurobindo experienced, what was it that he saw, what was the nature of the realisations that he later tried to record in prose and in verse? It is usual to call these yogic experiences. The word 'yoga' evidently comes from the same root as jungo in Latin, to unite; and the aim of yoga is to effect the union between the one (the individual) and the many (the All). This sense of union can come in many ways. It may come as an experience of intimate partnership, father-son or lover-beloved relationship; it may come as the experience of a personal God, of an aspect of God (Peace, Power,

      XIV         'THE WORLD-SOUL'         To the anxiously seeking eyes of Aswapati there now appears, "in a far-shimmering background of Mind-Space a glowing mouth...a luminous shaft...a recluse-gate...a veiled retreat...a tunnel of the depths of God."128 This is a way out, this is an escape from the icy stare of immaculate Silence!         As one drawn to his lost spiritual home...       Into a passage dim and tremulous       That clasped him in from day and night's pursuit,       He travelled led by a mysterious sound.129   He is lured on and on by murmurs, voices and harmonies untranslatable—reminiscent of the "jingling silver laugh of anklet b

   APPENDIX         A KEY TO ASWAPATI'S TRAVELS IN THE WORLD-STAIR     GROSS MATTER   (Canto II)    SUBTLE MATTER  (Canto II)    Material Paradise    LITTLE LIFE  (Cantos III, IV, V)    Insect, Animal, Early Man    GREATER LIFE   (Canto VI)     Kingdom of the Morning Star:   The Heroic Age SELF OF MIND WORLD-SOUL (Canto XIII)         (Canto XIV) Centre of                  Purusha Silence                     Prakriti   HEAVENS OF THE IDEAL (Canto XII) The Rose & the Flame   GREATER MIND (Canto XI)   High

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