30 May 1909
Visions of The Mother
at the World's Parliament of Religions, Chicago
11th September, 1893
A Call to
on the Katha Upanishad
Commentary on the First Six Suktas of Rigveda
Renaissance in India
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and aspire to bring a piece of sky, rainbow, fresh air and
little bit of sunshine to everybody.
the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,
Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?
When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether,
Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?
is lost in the heart, in the cavern of Nature,
He is found in the brain where He builds up the thought:
In the pattern and bloom of the flowers He is woven,
In the luminous net of the stars He is caught.
the strength of a man, in the beauty of woman,
In the laugh of a boy, in the blush of a girl;
The hand that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven,
Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl.
are His works and His veils and His shadows;
But where is He then? by what name is He known?
Is He Brahma or Vishnu? A man or a woman?
Bodied or bodiless? twin or alone?
have love for a boy who is dark and resplendent,
A woman is lord of us, naked and fierce.
We have seen Him a-muse on the snow of the mountains,
We have watched Him at work in the heart of the spheres.
will tell the whole world of His ways and His cunning:
He has rapture of torture and passion and pain;
He delights in our sorrow and drives us to weeping,
Then lures with His joy and His beauty again.
All music is only the sound of His laughter,
All beauty the smile of His passionate bliss;
Our lives are His heart-beats, our rapture the bridal
Of Radha and Krishna, our love is their kiss.
is strength that is loud in the blare of the trumpets,
And He rides in the car and He strikes in the spears;
He slays without stint and is full of compassion;
He wars for the world and its ultimate years.
the sweep of the worlds, in the surge of the ages,
Ineffable, mighty, majestic and pure,
Beyond the last pinnacle seized by the thinker
He is throned in His seats that for ever endure.
Master of man and his infinite Lover,
He is close to our hearts, had we vision to see;
We are blind with our pride and the pomp of our passions,
We are bound in our thoughts where we hold ourselves free.
is He in the sun who is ageless and deathless,
And into the midnight His shadow is thrown;
When darkness was blind and engulfed within darkness,
He was seated within it immense and alone.
p‚trena satyasy‚pihitaM mukham,
tat tvaM pŻSannap‚vRinu satyadharm‚ya dRiSTaye.
The face of Truth is covered with a brilliant golden lid;
that do thou remove, O Fosterer, for the law of the Truth,
yama sŻrya pr‚j‚patya vyŻha rasHmÓn samŻha,
tejo yat te rŻpaM kaly‚natamaM tatte pasHy‚mi yo's‚vasau puruSaH
O Fosterer, O sole Seer, O Ordainer, O illumining Sun, O power
of the Father of creatures, marshal thy rays, draw together
thy light; the Lustre which is thy most blessed form of all,
that in Thee I behold. The Purusha there and there, He am
translated by Sri Aurobindo
"Arya" August 1914
is this syllable. This syllable is the Brahman, this syllable is
the Supreme. He who knoweth the imperishable OM, whatso he willeth,
it is his. This support is the best, this support is the highest;
and when a man knoweth it, he is greatened in the world of Brahman.
The omniscient is not born, nor dies, nor has he come into being
from anywhere, nor is he anyone. He is unborn, he is constant and
eternal, he is the Ancient of Days who is not slain in the slaying
of the body. . . .