Devi Bala Tripurasundari
Baffles an enigma of divine nought
Supreme Power so to be personified..
Reversing by legacy of powers
Along aeons before lores and legends
Unravelling the mystery of 'Who? '
Reposes the supremacy of human mind
At the feet of a divine primordiality
Glowing blossom of a genesis
Authorising Itself a linchpin
Centered within the emanation
Aligning and realigning
In the wide cosmos
The human perceiving the ultimate
As a sweet sixteen of a red Goddess
The causer of you, me, the mundane
Beyond the beyond, above the above
Acclaims
O'Bala, youthful Mother
Apprehensible Thou bliss
O'Tripurasundari, resplendent Empress
Zesty in generation, operation, destruction
Surrender, this mortal of slain lust and greed
Unto Thou inly one
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Aurobindo 187 Savitri Book 12
Like a new born celestial, look there
The way Satyavan comprehends Savitri...
'What high change is in thee, O Savitri? Bright
Ever thou wast, a goddess still and pure,
Yet dearer to me by thy sweet human parts
Earth gave thee making thee yet more divine.'
'A statue of silence in my templed spirit,
A yearning godhead and a golden bride.'
'But now thou seemst almost too high and great
For mortal worship; Time lies below thy feet
And the whole world seems only a part of thee,
Thy presence the hushed heaven I inhabit, '
'Hast thou not taken my heart to treasure it
In the secure environment of thy breast?
Awakened from the silence and the sleep,
I have consented for thy sake to be.'
'By thee I have greatened my mortal arc of life,
But now far heavens, unmapped infinitudes
Thou hast brought me, thy illimitable gift!
If to fill these thou lift thy sacred flight,
My human earth will still demand thy bliss.
Make still my life through thee a song of joy
And all my silence wide and deep with thee.'
And that is the ilk of divine love..
'All now is changed, yet all is still the same.
Lo, we have looked upon the face of God,
Our life has opened with divinity.
We have borne identity with the Supreme
And known his meaning in our mortal lives.'
An epoch fresh and divine new began...
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
(An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Twelve: Epilogue
The Return to Earth
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's)
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Devi Mahalakshmi
Lotus-lassy of a lotus -face seated in lotus-splendour
Lotus hearted to blossom beauteous and tender..
O'what a human spoiling all Thy luster
In lores of his transcient fluster
I do not understand O' Mahalakshmi
Perished Thy treasure of fecundity
In greed and lust of humans' stupidity..
Why don't Thee reveal Thy cherishable reality
Thy surpassing glory, pristine and wholly sheen
I wonder and wonder o' Lotus-Queen
Unlike the sun, moon others of celestial screen
Mendaciously, untruthfully dark in next scene
Mother why don't Thee unveil
All the filth of human to fail
And why don't Thee Thyself unveil
Outpouring Thy compassion, mercy all in one fill
On the couch of Adisesha's pious ilk
Reclining Thy Lord attired of silk
Well known, from the ocean of milk
Simply brought Thee out by a trick
And well known Thy abundant luminance
Shoved away earstwhile cosmic darkness
And Bhudevi and Sridevi are inly sisters
Earth and her wealth all in thou Mistress
And Thy poise o' Mahalakshmi
Salvaging a life muddy, murky
To a blooming blossom sunny
As that of your mud-rooted lotus shiny..
O' what the humans, improper and misconstruing
Misdealt a benign divine Lording
I do not understand o'Mother charming
Humans or demons Thee bestowing
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Mothers
Who gave such tenderness
And gentle genteelness
Ma, a cub new born seeks
Also a babe human enounces
Ma or mamma, in her sweetness
The first shelter, child cuddles
So much mercy in her loving-kindness
There, the human Mother proclaims
'Mother Goddess causer of genesis
Tender and kind in my motherliness'..
Much so, the divine Mother, child accolades
Much comprehending Her fruitfulness
Much grown to realise, recognize
Mother Earth, Mother Country all prominence
So the Mother to the child all goodness
Richness to mean motherly mercifulness
Mercifulness is also Mother Cow's beneficence
Wonderful my Bharat discerns motherly benevolence
Benevolence is truth of Vedic cognizance
As Mother Veda to acclaim is heart's pleasance
Wealth or knowledge..verdancy is motherliness
Land, animal or human, nature's true prolific Mothers
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Auroville Mother
A plea in compliance
It was an event spiritual in the abundance
A divine force enforced into a human force
And you were there as if from the divine womb
Mirra Alfassa, grew to groom a babe to a Mother
A mother of the immortal godly consciousness
Kaali or Krishna, merged in your oneness
A onness blossoming the mundane florescence
But it's my ever doubting nescience..
Two sets of eyes in two disunified visions
A pair on matter in self esteemed bliss
Meditating the other in midway strain to slide
A feel somewhere in my consciousness is watching
A worry worrying on these unconditional uncertainty
In this swirl of life unsteady I'm
Now finally you arrive at my vision's dawn
Your supra-human eyes are no mortals
Divine rays arrowing out in fledging glitter
From your divine consciousness you look through
Whole light of the eternity condensed in your eyes
This sinful Incapable being in blind surrender
Begging to be blessed with a life divine Mother
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Devi Maari(Sheetala)
'Who art Thou? '..bang away
Their inventing mind
At Thou sprout of genesis
To mean Bala Thou nascence
To mean Lalitha Thee damsel
To mean Thripurasundari
Thou celestial queenship
To mean Kamakshi
Thee saver from desirous lust...
They're highbrowed, scholastic
White in Thou shade of colours
Devi
In the souls of the innocents
Myriad colours of feastful fest
Thou art a showery Mother Maari
Rurality greets Thee in colours
Of stones and trees and myths
Be Vasuki or Renuka or Draupathi or Kannaki
Thou art Maariamma, Mother of mercy
Unlettered they are
Yet aware of their entangled desires
Aspire to be unknotted of woes
Select mindful colours
Of land-life-etheric shades
Of Thou assuasive mercy showers
To mean priorly Veppilai Nayaki
Thou advertent curative power
To purulent pustule pocking life
To mean Kaumaari and Karumaari
Ponmaari and pachaimaari and Muthumaari
Thou valour to vanquish evil
Thou nature to boom ever fertile
To mean Poomaari and Sandhanamaari
Thou bestowment aromatic, redolent
To mean Kottai maari and yerikkarai maari
Thou presence ubiquitious all over
To mean Mahamaari and Mahamaayi
Thou adjudgment of Thyself in summation
Pervasive in alignment of iridiscent shadiness
The transient beings for us to surrender
In Thine grace drowned we are
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Eastern Song
I think that thou wert born for this—
To set the poet's vision burning,
To hold him in a trance of bliss,
And by sweet words to wake his yearning:
To charm him by those eyes that shine,
By that strange Eastern speech of thine,
And by thy feet—those tiny treasures!
Ah! thou wert born for languid pleasures
And glowing hours of bliss divine!
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Devi Kamakshi
Ramping ahead the span of life
Clutching the rope of desires rife
Respite do we for Truth the Reality
Despite the rest on morbidity, mortality
Respite do we for the pain-cause
Despite the transient pleasure of flaws
Respite do we for the causer who
Despite the haunting 'I ' much we woo
Appetence strifeful, frail the rope
Appetence strifeful, frail the hope
Admire do we still a life dire
Aspire don't we, a saviour higher
Yell out O'God to guard
Squall out to safeguard
Thence descends the Red Goddess to rescue
Irradiates life to reformed hue
A persona of peace glowing red
Erstwhile Bala, Tripurasundari, Lalitha greeted
Personified cosmos gracefully righteous
Aesthetic glory of the unending space
O'Her merciful eyes on Her pristine face
Like rollicking fish of Manasarovar Kailas
Kamakshi of Srichakra, its quadrilaterals
Kamakshi of macro-micro-cosmic plexus
Kamakshi now to destroy mayic desires
Kamakshi now to bestow virtuous wishes
Kamakshi aureate guiding us golden
Kamakshi ornate of wisdom, we're much beholden
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From one Soul of the Universe are all Souls derived... Of these Souls there are many changes, some into a more fortunate estate, and some quite contrary... Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine. Once separated from the body, and after the struggle to acquire piety, which consists in knowing God and injuring none, such a soul becomes all intelligence. The impious soul, however, punishes itself by seeking a human body to enter into, for no other body can receive a human soul it cannot enter the body of an animal devoid of reason. Divine law preserves the human soul from such infamy... The soul passeth from form to form and the mansions of her pilgrimage are manifold. Thou puttest off thy bodies as raiment and as vesture dost thou fold them up. Thou art from old, O Soul of Man yea, thou art from everlasting.
quote by Hermes Trismegistus
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Sonnet- Woman
Woman, thou art no goddess but human!
A creature of God thro’ Adam and Eve;
With flesh and blood like any other man;
In love and destiny, thou should believe.
Thou art no object of Love and passion;
Like man thou must too feel the hunger pangs;
Thou must seduce the man by tradition;
Let not thine teeth turn into poison-fangs!
Woman, love-making's not thine profession;
Labour, thou must to deliver children;
Life is not fun, mere frolic and fashion;
Let not the Serpent veer thee from Heaven.
Woman, thy role on earth is so divine;
Thou must not be the vice for men like wine.
poem by John Celes
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Υμνος αυμνος
O Thou whose image in the shrine
Of human spirits dwells divine;
Which from that precinct once conveyed,
To be to outer day displayed,
Doth vanish, part, and leave behind
Mere blank and void of empty mind,
Which wilful fancy seeks in vain
With casual shapes to fill again!
O Thou that in our bosom’s shrine
Dost dwell, unknown because divine!
I thought to speak, I thought to say,
‘The light is here,’ ‘behold the way,’
‘The voice was thus,’ and ‘thus the word,’
And ‘thus I saw,’ and ‘that I heard,’—
But from the lips that half essayed
The imperfect utterance fell unmade.
O Thou, in that mysterious shrine
Enthroned, as I must say, divine!
I will not frame one thought of what
Thou mayest either be or not.
I will not prate of ‘thus’ and ‘so,’
And be profane with ‘yes’ and ‘no,’
Enough that in our soul and heart
Thou, whatso’er Thou may’st be, art.
Unseen, secure in that high shrine
Acknowledged present and divine,
I will not ask some upper air,
Some future day to place Thee there;
Nor say, nor yet deny, such men
And women saw Thee thus and then:
Thy name was such, and there or here
To him or her Thou didst appear.
Do only Thou in that dim shrine,
Unknown or known, remain, divine;
There, or if not, at least in eyes
That scan the fact that round them lies,
The hand to sway, the judgment guide,
In sight and sense Thyself divide:
Be Thou but there,—in soul and heart,
I will not ask to feel Thou art.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,
Thou from whose immortal bosom
Gods and men and beasts have birth,
Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
If with mists of evening dew
Thou dost nourish these young flowers
Till they grow in scent and hue
Fairest children of the Hours,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Jesus, Thou Divine Companion
Jesus, Thou divine Companion,
By Thy lowly human birth
Thou hast come to join the workers,
Burden bearers of the earth.
Thou, the Carpenter of Nazareth,
Toiling for Thy daily food,
By Thy patience and Thy courage,
Thou hast taught us toil is good.
They who tread the path of labor
Follow where Thy feet have trod;
They who work without complaining
Do the holy will of God.
Thou, the Peace that passeth knowledge,
Dwellest in the daily strife;
Thou, the Bread of heaven, broken
In the sacrament of life.
Every task, however simple,
Sets the soul that does it free;
Every deed of love and kindness
Done to man is done to Thee.
Jesus, Thou divine Companion,
Help us all to do our best;
Bless in our daily labor,
Lead us to the Sabbath rest.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Eros
Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Thou idol of the human race,
Thou tyrant of the human heart,
The flower of lovely youth that art;
Yea, and that standest in thy youth
An image of eternal Truth,
With thy exuberant flesh so fair,
That only Pheidias might compare,
Ere from his chaste marmoreal form
Time had decayed the colours warm;
Like to his gods in thy proud dress,
Thy starry sheen of nakedness.
Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.
O king of joy, what is thy thought?
I dream thou knowest it is nought,
And wouldst in darkness come, but thou
Makest the light where’er thou go.
Ah yet no victim of thy grace,
None who e’er long’d for thy embrace,
Hath cared to look upon thy face.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Goddess Durga - Prayer
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the invincible power!
you are strength of deities
you destroy all the fear.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the mother of universe,
It's you who takes care of it
and removes glooms of hearts.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
universe is just your fraction,
You are the absolute of
creation, operation, destruction.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
without you life is no meaning,
Whoever remembers you
you arrive for their wellbeing.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
we're thankful what you given;
Keep away troubles and pains,
let your kindness be remain.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
be kind to accept our prayers,
Let always be your compassion
for blissful living of your creatures.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
let your world always be radiant,
Stay to protect everyone
everywhere and every moment.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Devi Lalithambika
Who found Thee o'bountiful genderless
I do not know but sense Thee
Spirited very much to empower
A spiritful breed of genesis
Blossoming red over Thou omnipresence
It's the Dharmi the causer
With Dharma the action
To create and create alone
And how can be accosted
Than the Mother or Amma
The engendering ethereal spark Thou
And how else She be personified
Than a Woman four-handed
Gripping one a rope
Another a goad
To slay off fear of death
To wrap me with Her robe of love
And my mind before Her
Like a sugarcane bowing
She to curb my senses
Touch, smell, hearing, taste and sight
With five flower-arrows gently
And when I do accost o' Mother
Arises from the fire of Knowledge
She, Devi Lalithambika girlish and golden red
Like She when rose to slay Bandasura
The ashes enshaped of burnt Manmatha
To burke the poison within mine
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Devi Durga
Thou art the oneness of the infinite
Set apart open in splits of every finite
Thou art the prime matter of the cosmos
Goddess of the gods in multiplex forms
Thou art the fluorescnce of the cosmos
Candent to be livid to undo chasing darkness
Thou art the slayer of Madhu and Kaitabha
And Sumba and Nisumba and Mahisha
Thou art the multi-handed guard
Weaponed for evil to retard
Thou art the valour and hope
For Thou merciful support we scope
Thou art Devi Durga incomprehensible
Destroyer of miseries unbeatable
Thou art Durgama invincible
Saver-sailor of samsara unchallengeable
Thou art the harmonious scarp
Thou shouldst sing us in Thine harp
String along with our summation
Unto Thee we so wish in submission
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Bande Mataram
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease,
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother, I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands,
When the swords flash out in twice seventy million hands
And seventy millions voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call, Mother and Lord!
Thou who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foemen drave
Back from plain and sea
And shook herself free.
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou our heart, our soul, our breath,
Thou the love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nerves the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.
Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother, lend thine ear.
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Dark of hue, O candid-fair
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free.
poem by Sri Aurobindo
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Ode to the Divine Mother
Ode to the Divine Mother
Found the great treasure of my life
Got the answers to questions, beyond science
O Shree Mataji, the True Guru, embodiment of divinity
With deep reverence, I bow to thee
This devotee, thou miraculously reformed
From darkness to light, ingnorance removed
O Adi Shakti, the primordial source of energy
For thy divine benevolence, I bow to thee
With thy presence, unlocked the energy divine
Unleashing with ease, creativity infinite
O Shri Mataji, Mother of all poets and poetry
For thy divine inspiration, I bow to thee
As mother earth, thou giveth balance and gravity
Erasing all my sins, negativity and impurity
O Shri Mataji, the creator of Lord Ganesha, the Ganapati
Guardian of my innocence and chastity, I bow to thee
Just a glance of thee, removes all chaos instantly
I am in bliss, I am in joy to realize thy divinity
O Nirmala Maa, the very manifestation of Adi Shakti
Giving us salvation instantly, I bow to thee
A ‘particle of dust’, Mother, in childhood, you aspired to be
Touched by thy hands divine, such a particle, let me be
O Shri Mataji, on thy Lotus Feet, let me always be
As that ‘particle of dust’, thy divine instrument, I bow to thee
White dawn, that tak'st the heaven with sweet surprise
White dawn, that tak'st the heaven with sweet surprise
of amorous artifice,
art thou the bearer of my perfect hour
divine, untrod,
from some forgotten window of Paradise
by mighty winds of God
blown down the world, before my haunted eyes
at length to flower?
Nay, virgin dawn, yet art thou all too known,
too crowded light
to take my boundless hour of flaming peace:
thou common dayspring cease;
and be there only night, the only night,
more than all other lone:
be the sole secret world
one rose unfurl'd,
and nought disturb its blossom'd peace intense,
that fills the living deep beyond all dreams of sense
enmesh'd in errorous multiplicity:
— let be
nought but her coming there:
what else were fair?
It asks no golden web, no censer-fire
to tell the dense incarnate mystery
where one delight is wed with one desire.
No leaves bestrow
that passage to the rose of all fulfill'd delight;
no silver trumpets blow
majestic rite,
but silence that is sigh'd from faery lands,
or wraps the feet of Beauty where she treads
dim fields of fading stars,
be round our meeting heads,
and seeking hands:
draw near, ye heavens, and be our chamber-bars;
and thou, maternal heart of holy night,
close watch, what hush'd and sacramental tide
a soul goes forth wide-eyed,
to meet the archangel-sword of loneliest delight
poem by Christopher John Brennan
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Sonnet: On Shakespeare
O Master Bard and supreme Dramatist!
A self-styled, literary genius, Thou art!
Globe’s unsurpassed, sole word-painting Artist!
Ev’r-living soul who canst never depart!
Mortal Thou wert, now immortal Thou art!
This world can never fill Thy earthly void;
Swan of Stratford-on-Avon’s mighty Heart!
With human destiny, Thou so well toy’d.
O grace-imbued Creator’s choicest Bard!
Revealed Thou hast Truth’s beauty supernal;
All human emotions are in Thy card;
In men’s hearts live shall Thine works eternal.
From Thy pen flowed the ink of magic words,
For ‘World’s a Stage’ and hearts of many herds!
poem by John Celes
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