Guiding Light of The Month

To Thee, supreme Dispenser of all boons, to Thee who givest life its justification, by making it pure, beautiful and good, to Thee, Master of our destinies and goal of all our aspirations, was consecrated the first minute of this new year. - The Mother

Vive of Colours

A Change…

A beautiful change has set in. Our blue planet has turned around with an aspiration to embrace itself with multitude of colours. A grand tree stands rooted to the soil. Gently, it responds to this change by flowering variety of blossoms. This vibrant response of the trees, announces the coming of a friendly season, of Spring - Vasantha.


A conscious place exists on the earth. Her atmosphere is woven with miracles. The colours in her floral gardens reflect Mother’s smile. She has a little water fountain, a very beautiful one with water drops dancing to silent music. A marriage of droplets with the sunshine brings forth a secret rainbow – very secret, one has to look very closely – with a vive of colours in it. I stood there one day, closely watching it, heart filled with wonder.


Little Krishna comes running, with his silver anklet bells jingling, a splash of colours in his hand. Radha with her gopis wait under a big banyan tree and His colourful splash answers their call. Bathed in a mix of colours, they dance joyously with a little light glowing in the center. A celebration we bring in to our lives as Holi…

Colours, the sheer joy in watching them being played with – in the painting of sky at dawn and dusk, flowers decorated with love at altar, in the palette of the painter, in the rangoli drawn with skilful hands, wings of a butterfly– rang,Kitni rang!…striking chords of imagination in a child’s mind.

With devotion, we touch on the colours in Mother’s symbol – the passionate violet of Generosity, the humble green of Gratitude, the bold red of Courage – all these adorn our inner temple with vibrancy, giving space to develop in us a childlike trust towards Her.

Lines from Savitri welcoming Spring:

Then Spring, an ardent lover, leaped through leaves
And caught the earth-bride is his eager clasp;
His advent was a fire of irised hues,
His arms were a circle of the arrival of joy.

His coming brought the magic and the spell;
At his touch life’s tired heart grew glad and young;
He made joy a willing prisoner in her breast.

-          Book 4, Canto 1

The above picture is Valley of Flowers at Uttaranchal, India. Mother Ganges flows through the place. It is an enchanted valley that sings and celebrates the Spring season. Image is sourced from

With Gratitude,

*The pictures of butterfly and Holi are from google images
*The fountain is the one at Matrimandir gardens and taken from facebook.

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