Beauty of Supramental Love (Flower of
Auroville)
It invites us to live
at its height
Man, the deep-browed artificer, had not come
To lay his hand on happy inconscient things,
Thought was not there nor the measurer, strong-eyed toil,
Life had not learned its discord with its aim.
To lay his hand on happy inconscient things,
Thought was not there nor the measurer, strong-eyed toil,
Life had not learned its discord with its aim.
The mighty Mother lay outstretched at ease.
(Savitri)
Victorious Love
Sure of itself,
fearless, generous, and smiling.
A
stranger on the sorrowful roads of Time,
Immortal under the yoke of death and fate,
A sacrificant of the bliss and pain of the spheres,
Love in the wilderness met Savitri.
Immortal under the yoke of death and fate,
A sacrificant of the bliss and pain of the spheres,
Love in the wilderness met Savitri.
(Savitri)
Aspiration
in the Physical for the Divine Love
Manifold, ecstatic,
difficult to satisfy.
In her
luxurious ecstasy of joy
She squandered the love-music of her notes,
Wasted the passionate pattern of her blooms
And festival riot of her scents and hues.
She squandered the love-music of her notes,
Wasted the passionate pattern of her blooms
And festival riot of her scents and hues.
(Savitri)
(Flowers and messages, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Trust,
Puducherry)
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