HYMN TO DAWN Lo, DAWN, the Beloved, appears in her gleaming young body. She impels all life on the path towards the goal. Fire, the Divine Force, is born to be kindled in man. Dawn drives away all Darkness and fulfils herself in creating Light. She, the Goddess rises lifting her forward gaze towards the Vast, the Universal. She has put on the robe of Light and displays the white brilliance of her subtle norms of Truth. Heaven-gold. is her hue, her vision is all-round seeing: verily, she is the mother of the herd of brilliances of know­ledge, a leader of our bright days; her luminous body is disclosed. The Goddess, All-Enjoyment she is: she comes carrying the Sun, th

FORWARD FORWARD! ... March on, ever forward! Mother's army we are! On to the battle for her final self-revealing! If ourselves we do not fall back, Who can stop our drive? We are the bridge between earth and heaven, God's labour fulfilled. Hard is the path, ever harder, but on we go with energy undaunted: 'We shall seize the all-swallower and lay him low at the feet of the All-victorious! We shall never fail, We spring from the Mother's Force: On we drive over towering boulders of danger and difficulty! Mother is our Home of Joy, Mother our Mantra; Victory is ours, sleepless we shall battle and bring to Her the Victory. We hur

Page - 82 WHEREFORE THIS HURRY? WHEREFORE this hurry? The last bus about to start? What does it matter? What is the harm? If the bus goes? there is the train; If the train goes, there is the plane. Even if that fails, where's the worry? Stay down! You will surely find a nook behind, And perhaps your mind and many another thing, who knows what.... A dream or diving drowning sleep Or red showers of Thought Or a sudden wild gust hurtling through clattering windows Or fleecy clouds flowing over Heaven's dome Or a lone darkness echoing - OM OM OM. Gouri Dharmapal Page – 83

The Mother – The Nature of Her Work IT seems I am to tell you something about the Mother – a bit of her life, a bit of her activities. Well, the first part of her life, as you all know, the Mother passed in France, she was born in France, in Paris. So, naturally it was very often pointed out to her that she was French, she was European. To this, however, she was always protesting, saying, "I am not European, I am not French." It would indeed sound somewhat strange to say that her family came in fact from Egypt. Her parents, her father and mother went to France just a year before she was born, a year only. And in Egypt, her family, it seems, belonged to a

In Her Company When the Mother was giving collective meditation, in the playground for instance, along with those people assembled there around Her, a different kind of people also joined in and gathered – beings from other worlds, gods and angels. The Divine in a physical human body upon earth – it is such a temptation for the disembodied beings in the other worlds; it was so great an opportunity to be near the physical aura of the Divine. It was indeed a privilege, the privilege of having a material body, the privilege possessed by human beings alone to come in touch with the divine material body! So these beings rushed down and tried to be as much near as possible to the

HYMN TO DARKNESS ONCE more I turn to the gloomy river bank, I turn to the embedded breeze here, To the dense and intimate shade of the Bo-tree, Once more I return to the darkness. I have, O Darkness, lighted lights Ever keener and keener; And I have found no comfort there, Nor consolation in that light. O Darkness, I turn to thee, receive me. Nirendranath Chakravarti Page – 73

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Page - 76 TEARS OF GRIEF SHED not tears of grief, Creeper of the glade! Shall Heaven's salver simmering with fragrance' Cast the unsleeping moments of the New Revelation, as the rosy tint from a brush, Upon the counter of the hardened miser that has fallen from the Path? Shall the branded arm of the harlot wear bracelets that enshrine the echo of the whitest snows? Shall the march of divine destinies, revealed in the memory of the spotless Beyond, Seek the gradient of a Beauty reeking with the cry of passion? In silence the Creeper in her ascetic bareness closes her eyes, vacant and tawny... Out of the dream of the Night the

Page - 84 EGO SUNKEN deep down I lie, with my ego Yet you ask where's the ego? But it is the ego that has been since my birth the glory of glories! It is the mounting plenty to the penniless: The more you buy up, the more it multiplies… I am, I am, I am ! The great Eagle in its home one with its Rider ... One gulpful it takes in its yawning beak and is again agape for yet another ­– I am, I am, we are – each and everyone. Whatever it is – universal or familial or communal ­– It always conjugates: I am, Lam, We are, We are ... However universal, familial or communal It is I, I, I. That will come one day, possess and fulfi

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