Divine Messages- Oct 2014- Sent by RS Venkateswaran

Divine Messages - October 2014- Thanks to RS Venkateswaran for sending them every day

Divine Messages - Oct 2014- Thanks to RS Venkateswaran for sending this across every day :-) Blessed

Baby Ma in Her craddle

Baby Ma in Her craddle...All things shall change in God's transfiguring hour...Savitri

We will Celebrating Sri Aurobindo 142 nd Birth Anniversary.

Happy Prosperity Day - November 1st 2014

Thank you Sandhya for these beautiful pictures

Let Thy Will Be Done Not My Will...Thank you Maa

Rays of Light

Thanks to Varsha Agarwal for sharing this

Los Angeles, California- Aurobindo Mother Center in USA

PLACE: The East West Cultural Center


12329 Marshall Street

Culver City, Ca. 90230

(310) 390-9083

http://sriaurobindocenter-la.com/

Inviolable Peace

To want what You want always and in every circumstance is the

only way to enjoy inviolable peace.

-The Mother

Poems from Sri Aurobindo

A Dream of Surreal Science

One dreamed and saw a gland write Hamlet, drink
At the Mermaid, capture immortality;
A committee of hormones on the Aegean’s brink
Composed the Iliad and the Odyssey.

A thyroid, meditating almost nude
Under the Bo-tree, saw the eternal Light
And, rising from its mighty solitude,
Spoke of the Wheel and eightfold Path all right.

A brain by a disordered stomach driven
Thundered through Europe, conquered, ruled and fell;
From St. Helena went, perhaps, to Heaven.
Thus wagged on the surreal world, until

A scientist played with atoms and blew out
The universe before God had time to shout.

Sri Aurobindo

The Bliss of Brahman

I have become a foam-white sea of bliss,
I am a curling wave of God's delight,
A shapeless flow of happy passionate light,
A whirlpool of the streams of Paradise.

I am a cup of His felicities,
A thunderblast of His golden ecstasy's might,
A fire of joy upon creation's height,
I am His rapture's wonderful abyss.

I am drunken with the glory of the Lord,
I am vanquished by the beauty of the Unborn;
I have looked, alive, upon the Eternal's face.

My mind is cloven by His radiant sword,
My heart by His beatific touch is torn;
My life is a meteor-dust of His flaming Grace.

The Miracle of Birth

I saw my soul a traveller through Time;
From life to life the cosmic ways it trod,
Obscure in the depths and on the heights sublime,
Evolving from the word into the god.

A spark of the eternal Fire, it came
To build a house in Matter for the Unborn.
The inconscient sunless Night received the flame;
In the brute seed of things dumb and forlorn.

Life stirred and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
Till on the stark inanimate earth could move,
Born to somnambulist Nature in her sleep
A thinking creature who can hope and love.

Still by slow steps the miracle goes on,
The Immortal's gradual birth mid mire and stone.