The sleep and dreaming of the tree and plant,
The animal's vibrant sense, the thought in man,
To the effulgence of the Ray above.
(Savitri, Book Two, Canto Ten)
I saw in France a patch of garden: it was surrounded by walls, and the land had belonged to someone who took great care of it and had planted flowers in it. It was fairly large, but completely enclosed. That person died. It was in southern France. He died and no one (there were no heirs), no one looked after that garden... I don’t remember now, but certainly more than five years afterwards. It probably happened that the lock broke little by little and came loose; I pushed the door open and entered... I have never seen anything more beautiful! There weren’t any paths any more, there was no order any more, nothing but confusion- but what a confusion! I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I stood there in a sort of ecstasy... There is a book (I think it’s Le Paradou by Zola) in which there is a description of a fairy place – it was just like that: all the flowers and plants entangled, in an absolutely disorderly growth, but with a harmony of another type, a much vaster, much stronger harmony.
It was extraordinarily beautiful.
We have the mental habit of wanting to order, classify and regulate everything: we always want to have order – a mental order. But that’s.... For example, in those places untouched by men, such as virgin forests, there is a beauty you don’t find in life, and it’s a vital, unruly beauty which doesn’t satisfy mental reason, yet contains a far greater wealth than anything the mind conceives and organises.
The Mother’s Agenda Volume 4, 1963. – Institut De Recherches Evolutives, Paris and Mira Aditi, Mysore.
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