Guiding Light of The Month

Like a flame that burns in silence, like a perfume that rises straight upward without wavering, my love goes to Thee; and like the child who does not reason and has no care, I trust myself to Thee that Thy Will may be done, that Thy Light may manifest, Thy Peace radiate, Thy Love cover the world. - The Mother

A deep of compassion, a hushed sanctuary

The Mother had lived a 'human' life to all outward appearance, and had made the passage from childhood to girlhood, and then to womanhood and motherhood; and she had dreamt dreams, and seen mystic visions. She had read and talked and meditated, she had cultivated music and painting and letters, but it was the inner Flame that had always lighted her path, and guided her in her travels in Europe and Africa and Asia. On 29 March 1914 she had found at last what she had been seeking, and Sri Aurobindo was indeed the Lord of her being and her life. In Japan between 1916 and 1920 she had completed her 'education', and the Japanese feeling for colour and form, their passion for precision and detail, had fused with her French intellect with its clarity and sharpness and lucidity and her own feminine temperament with its impulse towards beauty and protectiveness and compassionate understanding, and in the result her poise of purpose and radiant personality had glowed like distant Mount Fuji on a warm bright day. She had returned to Pondicherry on 24 April 1920, now ready to shoulder the tremendous task of setting up a pilot project for the promotion of the Life Divine and the transformation of the earth nature.

The Ashram at Pondicherry had slowly begun to take a definite shape, and while Sri Aurobindo was the creator-spirit, the soul, the law, the Mother was the architect, the executrix, of the new unfoldment. Together the divine collaborators had set all doubts at rest, cleared whole jungles of mental resistance, harnessed the tides of human emotion and energy to good purpose, and trained a community of sadhaks ready to aspire, to labour, to receive, to surrender - to be kneaded and made 'new'. After Sri Aurobindo's passing, it had been the Mother's role all the more to force the pace, and carry the work forward. With the slow march of the years, the circumference of the Ashram's activities had been widening more and more, but always drawing prime sustenance from the centre, from the Mother herself. The Ashram was a human microcosm receiving the healing and transforming touch of the Mother, and responding too, at once agreeably and purposively. But the real work had only begun, and the Mother at eighty was like a divine child at the threshold of an endless creative Play. She seemed to bring to her task all the wisdom of the ages and all the energy concealed in Nature. At eighty, her children still thought that she was ageless and yet young, that she was distant yet close to their hearts. On her eightieth birthday, the children were content to gather around her in limitless love and gratitude.


(Chapter 49, “On The Mother”, K.R.Srinivasa Iyengar, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Trust, Puducherry)

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