soul never ceases


“What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”
― Victor Hugo

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Incited by something internal
Love feeds the centuries
nothing but her attention

everything in her devotion
you believe you act for your self
but it guides you, incited by
the light of your soul that is

an evolutionary spark of quantum
intelligence, a psychic source of love
and also its food, beauty and intimacy

which never grows scarce
wisdom and good works
these are her instruments
harmony, gratitude, compassion, peace

so use them like small lamps
in your life, feed them with
attention, practice, active service

as a diamond fountain gushing forth
as divine roses, the sea of truth
your spirit prepares all obstacles.

Karma Arrives Like a Smile of God


Our acts are little buds Of prayer, aspirations at times Without dedication Our faith is a slow runner On time’s thin Dance of God Our deeds are bound Arriving shockingly late The karma is our satisfaction-distribution Of portions of Eternity … Continue reading

Treatise on Sri Aurobindo


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Hidden in nature is secret God
Inherent in humanity, is a universal being
Children of the future, descendent divinity
Whatever we are now, is just a step –

Spirituality is embedded in our brains
The creative word burns from our soul
To do good in an ordered galaxy
So what is the method of the emergence

Of our own divinity, our higher evolution?
Each of us must work to this aim
That a superman may emerge
Out from our animal ignorance

How to approach the infinite from
A standpoint of freedom and unity
When the world we live in appears
Against the manifestation of a new world

Until we arrive at the solution, we must
Learn to live within, not be shaken by outward
Uncertainty, foolishness, corruption, chaos
True love or knowledge comes from purity and silence.

Before you thought of learning


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Before he comes we weigh the Love!
‘Tis our soul that was bourne here
Prevailing biology with spirit’s nuance
The weight of our evolving spark

Be mine the doom of allotted tragedy
Sufficient comfort for our little gains
And rewards for our brief trust
To perish is never the end

We are stewards banished
In the odors & geometry of experience
Who is to say what is bad or good
Before our life is spent in

Forced flame or sweet impotence
Before spring surprises in her suddenness
Let us flow with independent hues
To discern the Beloved’s intervals
The superior joys of the serapheric self.

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