The Little Ego

The Little Ego

This puppet ego the World-Mother made,
This little profiteer of Nature's works,
Her trust in his life-tenancy betrayed,
Makes claim on claim, all debt to her he shirks.

Each movement of our life our ego fills;
Inwoven in each thread of being's weft,
When most we vaunt our selflessness it steals
A sordid part; no corner void is left.

One way lies free our heart and soul to give,
Our body and mind to Thee and every cell,
And stepped in Thy world-infinity to live.

Then lost in light, shall fade the ignoble spell.
Nature, of her rebellion quit, shall be
A breath of the Spirit's vast serenity.

26 and 29-9-1939

Sri Aurobindo

The Miracle of Birth

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.

27, 29-9-1939

Sri Aurobindo

The Bliss of Brahman

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.

29-9-1939 & 21-10-1939

Sri Aurobindo

OM in the Epic Savitri

Escape brings not the victory and the crown!

Something thou cam'st to do from the Unknown,

But nothing is finished and the world goes on

Because only half God's cosmic work is done.

Only the everlasting No has neared

And stared into thy eyes and killed thy heart:

But where is the Lover's everlasting Yes,

And immortality in the secret heart,

The voice that chants to the creator Fire,

The symbolled OM, the great assenting Word,

The bridge between the rapture and the calm,

The passion and the beauty of the Bride,

The chamber where the glorious enemies kiss,

The smile that saves, the golden peak of things?

This too is Truth at the mystic fount of Life.

With the help of OM

one can realize the Divine.

 OM has a transforming power.

OM represents the Divine...

If anything goes wrong,

repeat OM, all will go well.

OM IS THE SIGNATURE OF THE LORD.



Divine Petals

"Flowers speak to us when we know how to listen to them," the Mother said. "It is a subtle and fragrant language." As if to provide a key to this language, she identified the significances of almost nine hundred flowers. In this book, The Mother of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, in Pondicherry, India, gives significances to these flowers and their meanings which are presented in the light of her vision and experience. Mother says that by entering into contact with the nature of the flower that she feels it's inner truth and knows what it represents; from entering into contact with it she gives it a precise meaning.


Divine Petals is a collection of almost 900 species of flowers arranged by spiritual significance. 

Verses to Ensure a blissful Dawn- Sri Aurobindo

Into being’s gap scooped out as empty Space

In which she had filled the place of absent God,

There poured a wide intimate and blissful Dawn;

Healed were all things that Time’s torn heart had made

And sorrow could live no more in Nature’s breast:

Division ceased to be, for God was there.

I smite the Titan who bestrides the world

And slay the ogre in his blood-stained den.

I am Durga, goddess of the proud and strong,

And Lakshmi, queen of the fair and fortunate;

I wear the face of Kali when I kill,

I trample the corpses of the demon hordes.

Sri Aurobindo

O mortal, bear this great world’s law of pain,

In thy hard passage through a suffering world

Lean for thy soul’s support on Heaven’s strength,

Turn towards high Truth, aspire to love and peace.

A little bliss is lent thee from above,

A touch divine upon thy human days.

Make of thy daily way a pilgrimage,

For through small joys and griefs thou mov’st towards God.

Sri Aurobindo

Only when we have climbed above ourselves,

A line of the Transcendent meets our road

And joins us to the timeless and the true;

It brings to us the inevitable word,

The godlike act, the thoughts that never die.

The aspiration is always the sign of the possibility and perseverance leads to the certitude of realisation.

Nature shall live to manifest secret God,

The Spirit shall take up the human play,

This earthly life become the life divine.

In her the conscious Will took human shape:

She only can save herself and save the world.

O soul, intruder in Nature’s ignorance,

Armed traveller to the unseen supernal heights,

Thy spirit’s fate is a battle and ceaseless march

Against invisible opponent Powers,

A passage from Matter into timeless self.

On the alter throwing thy thoughts, thy heart, thy works,

Thy fate is a long sacrifice to the gods

Till they have opened to thee thy secret self

And made thee one with the indwelling God.

This world was not built with random bricks of Chance,

A blind god is not destiny’s architect;

A conscious power has drawn the plan of life,

There is a meaning in each curve and line.

The mind of mortal man is led by words,

His sight retires behind the walls of Thought

And looks out only through half-opened doors.

A Magician’s formulas have made Matter’s laws

And while they last, all things by them are bound;

But the spirit’s consent is needed for each act

And Freedom walks with same pace with Law.

All hear can change if the Magician choose

The supermind shall claim the world for Light

And thrill with love of God the enamoured heart

And place Light’s crown on Nature’s lifted head

And found Light’s reign on her unshaking base.

“Thy peace, O Lord, a boon within to keep

Amid the roar and ruin of wild Time

For the magnificent soul of man on earth.

Thy calm, O Lord, that bears thy hands of joy.”

This in us laughs and weeps, suffers the stroke,

Exults in victory, struggles for the crown;

Identified with the mind and body and life,

It takes on itself their anguish and defeat,

Bleeds with Fate’s whips and hangs upon the cross,

Yet is the unwounded and immortal self

Supporting the actor in the human scene.