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Sri Aurobindo – Extract from play

Sri Aurobindo was a poet, philosopher and Spiritual Master.

In Sri Aurobindo’s early life he threw himself heart and soul into politics and the Indian independence Movement.

However at various times and particularly during a spell in prison, very powerful spiritual experiences came to Sri Aurobindo. These spiritual illuminations encouraged him to leave the political struggle to others and concentrate only on his future spiritual mission.


Extract from Play on Sri Aurobindo

(Bombay. After his address at a meeting of the Bombay National Union, Aurobindo returns to the residence of a friend. Standing on a balcony he looks out on the city.)

Aurobindo: “I see the whole busy movement of Bombay as a picture in a cinema-show, all unreal and shadowy. The entire material world is quite unsubstantial, void. Ever since I had the experience of the vacant state of Nirvana the silent Infinite alone has become real to me.”

enter Lele

– From “Descent of the Blue” – A Play by Sri Chinmoy on the life of Sri Aurobindo

See Bande Mataram translated by Sri Aurobindo.

See: Biography of Sri Aurobindo


The Great Pyramids of Egypt

"…We see the Pyramids from several miles away, as they rise up behind the palm trees, looking very sharply defined, altogether splendid, awe-inspiring and simultaneously very soft and veiled. They floated in a thick haze, which took from them every appearance of lifeless stone and made them seem merely like airy creatures from a dream – things which, even as we watched, would turn into rows of indistinct arches, or perhaps delicate columns and ever and again transformed themselves into all the lovely forms of architecture, only then to fade delightful away and melt into the trembling air. "

By:Mark Twain (1)

Photo by: Zbigniew Kosc

Zbigniew has many more fasinating photo collections. I particularly like the ones of the Greek Monastries.

Thanks to ursi and Eso Blog for pointing out these photo collections

My Country Awake – poem by Tagore

My Country Awake

Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

by Rabindranath Tagore

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