On 12 September 1939, Sri Aurobindo wrote the following sonnet;
THE GREATER PLAN
I am held no more by life’s alluring cry,
Her joy and grief, her charm, her laughter’s lute.
Hushed are the magic moments of the flute,
And form and colour and brief ecstacy.
I would hear, in my spirit’s wideness solitary
The Voice that speaks when mortal lips are mute:
I seek the wonder of things absolute
Born from the silence of Eternity.
There is a need within the soul of man
The splendours of the surface never sate;
For life and mind and their glory and debate
Are the slow prelude of a vaster theme,
A sketch confused of a supernal plan,
A preface to the epic of the Supreme.
- Sri Aurobindo
Sympathy does not think.
It acts to remove
The ceaseless sufferings
Of the world
- Sri Chinmoy
His name the index of a failing hope,
The position of a dead remembered star.
Only were safe who kept God in their hearts:
Courage their armour, faith their sword, they must walk,
The hand ready to smite, the eye to scout,
Casting a javelin regard in front,
Heroes and soldiers of the army of Light.
Hardly even so, the grisly danger past,
Released into a calmer purer air,
They dared at length to breathe and smile once more.
Once more they moved beneath a real sun.
Though Hell claimed rule, the spirit still had power.
This No-man’s-land he passed without debate;
Him the heights missioned, him the Abyss desired:
None stood across his way, no voice forbade.
For swift and easy is the downward path,
And now towards the Night was turned his face.
- Sri Aurobindo, Savitri
Canto VII p 211
photo top: Tejvan
|WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be|
|Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,|
|Before high piled books, in charact’ry,|
|Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;|
|When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,|
|Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,|
|And think that I may never live to trace|
|Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;|
|And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!|
|That I shall never look upon thee more,|
|Never have relish in the faery power|
|Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore|
|Of the wide world I stand alone, and think|
|Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
- John Keats
Do you want to be always happy?
Then give up fighting
And learn the beautiful art
- Sri Chinmoy
“Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.”
- Rabindranath Tagore
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake – Auguries of Innocence
more on William Blake
All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It
photo: Phoolanjaya, Sri Chinmoy Centre Gallery.
May each moment
Of my life
Be the sweetness-fragrance
Of my heart-rose
- Sri Chinmoy
photo – Pavitrata.