The Sun-eyed Children of a Marvellous Dawn - A Vision of Sri A.

I saw the Omnipotent’s flaming pioneers

Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life

Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth;

Forerunners of a divine multitude,

Out of the paths of the morning star they came

Into the little room of mortal life.

I saw them cross the twilight of an age,

The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn,

The great creators with wide brows of calm,

The massive barrier-breakers of the world

And wrestlers with destiny in her lists of will,

The labourers in the quarries of the gods,

The messengers of the Incommunicable,

The architects of immortality.

Into the fallen human sphere they came,

Faces that wore the Immortal’s glory still,

Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God,

Bodies made beautiful by the spirit’s light,

Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire,

Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy,

Approaching eyes of a diviner man,

Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul,

Feet echoing in the corridors of Time.

High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss,

Discoverers of beauty’s sunlit ways

And swimmers of Love’s laughing fiery floods

And dancers within rapture’s golden doors,

Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth

And justify the light on Nature’s face.

(Sri Aurobindo - Savitri, Book III, Canto IV)

Mother, on being like a flower

Be like a flower. One must try to become like a flower: open, frank, equal, generous and kind. Do you know what it means?
A flower is open to all that surrounds it: Nature, light, the rays of the sun, the wind, etc. It exerts a spontaneous influence on all that is around it. It radiates a joy and a beauty.
It is frank: it hides nothing of its beauty, and lets it flow frankly out of itself. What is within, what is in its depths, it lets it come out so that everyone can see it.
It is equal: it has no preference. Everyone can enjoy its beauty and its perfume, without rivalry. It is equal and the same for everybody. There is no difference, or anything whatsoever.
Then generous: without reserve or restriction, how it gives the mysterious beauty and the very own perfume of Nature. It sacrifices itself entirely for our pleasure, even its life it sacrifices to express this beauty and the secret of the things
gathered within itself.
And then, kind: it has such a tenderness, it is so sweet, so close to us, so loving. Its presence fills us with joy. It is always cheerful and happy.
Happy is he who can exchange his qualities with the real qualities of the flowers. Try to cultivate in yourself their refined qualities.
The Mother
in "Flowers - Their spiritual significance"
website: Blossom like a flower - Spiritual significance of flowers

The Early Morning Breeze

The early morning breeze seemed to have the power to penetrate into your mind and refresh it.
You were a bit surprised, while you filled your lungs with the fresh balm.
You knew the relief was but a momentary one, it was going to be another hard sunny day.
While you breathed your mind became spontaneously silent. Again you were surprised but didn't react, immobile as the white wall at your back, you seemed to melt with the nature around you,
as you were but another ivy leaf moving under the soft blows of the breeze.
Born from the still depths of your being an immortal Voice arose.
It seamed as waves from a far off, inner eternal ocean, murmuring over the shores of Life.
You leaned to listen...

You are not living a process to share only with your mate or with a group,
You are living a transformation which is called Life,

and its purpose is to be shared with everyone.
We are concerned with the globality of Life
not only parts of it.
To meet intimately a person or the surrounding talks to us of the amplitude
of this process, which will take us till
the Fiery Skies on High.
To meet intimately do not means in a promiscuous manner,
in the relations, the father is the father and the son is the son,
the lover is the lover and a friend is just a friend,
we should live with Reverence each relation which is given us,
keeping the highest place of this Reverence for the Supreme.
It will be from there that we will conduct our lives
as a constant movement of Inclusive Love.

Savitri, the Dancer

Rabindranath Tagore’s painting The Dancer

She came to administer knowledge of the immortal self

Treading on a path lit by the lamp of manifold stars

Her steps careful in the sordid night’s wasteful force

Where evil twinned with good in the subliminal depths

There are her hands

Stretched out for ones to cross over the seas

And reach the land of sunny hills and springs