The Mother of the Golden All

Introduction

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A child of the Mother

is always a child unto the last —

even unto the last achievement

and fulfilment.

Nolini Kanta Gupta

July 26, 1958

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Preface

The Infinite is She. Therefore infinite was my folly to have ventured my pen to set forth her life ever unknowable. But the Mother's Bounty is infinitely more powerful than my error, however grave.

Since the dawn of earth-time the Mother as the Shakti has walked the soil along with her Divine Compeers, the Avatars. Alas, our ignorance paid no heed to her supernal Love and Grace. To the Avatars alone we built our altars. Their Shaktis remained almost concealed, and at times even ignored by humanity. Unnoticed, as it were, they appeared on the scene and unnoticed they disappeared.

But according to our Master, "In her deep and great love for her children she has put on the cloak of this obscurity, condescended to bear the attacks and torturing influences of the Falsehood, borne to pass through the portals of the birth that is a death, taken upon herself the pangs and sorrows and sufferings of the creation, since it seemed that thus alone could it be lifted to the Light and Joy and Truth and eternal Life. This is the great sacrifice called sometimes the sacrifice of the Purusha, but much more deeply the holocaust of the Prakriti, the sacrifice of the Divine Mother."

But this time our Mother, the Mother of the Golden All, has accepted the human cloak at her sweet will with her boundless Power for the full manifestation of the Divine here on earth. Her mission in life is to create a transformed humanity.

She is the sole hope of Nectar-Bliss for those who are burning with an unquenchable thirst for the unique Birth. And She will be crowned with Triumph only when we, her children, cease to be the finite.

Chinmoy

The difference between the Mother and man

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I have but faults, She has sole Mercy high.

I have the doom, She has my haven's sky. ```

Her sole work

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She turns the impossible for every soul

Into a bar of concise life.

Ever with enormous shaping strife

She leads us to the All-beautiful Goal. ```

The significance of the Mother's signature

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The Bird of Grace Divine

Soaring through eternity.

Triune dots signify

Its head adamantine. ```

France to Asia and India

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February 21, 1878

O Asia, O Ind, O tree

And the high and proud enormous bough.

Devour your blind and naked pride.

The time is ripe for you to bow

With all your great past blotted out.

Ours alone is the Mother of gleam.

The One has fertilised your large land

To reap in mirth the Light supreme;

Therefore your haughtiness knew no bound.

A galaxy of flames and seers,

Avatars were born in you to found

The Life divine in a world of tears,

And for the fusion of East and West.

But all their efforts ended in smoke.

Behold, the Mother's advent a Grace

Protecting all with a sun-wide cloak.

She is the Bridge unique, divine

Between the two extremities.

Her Birth declares, "All souls will live

With the One in a fire-pure release." ```

India to France

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My sister sweet, your eyes are dim,

Too narrow and brief their view.

The Mother for all, all souls will thrive

Under her ruby-Blessing dew.

With Spirit's flame surcharged is my soil;

Therefore her Feet of Light

On my breast shall rest; with scarce a toil

To free the earth from Ignorance' blight.

Her Birth you cherish and I her Play.

She is our deathless Hope.

She is Mother of eternal Day.

No more in gloom we shall grope. ```

La Manche

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(The English Channel)

I am the ceaseless surge of unique delight.

Two are the flames that kiss the highest height

And the deepest deep no one beholds save I.

One is in Paris, the other in England's eye.

My breadth is the hyphen white between the twain.

Their union is hid in dull Time-brain.

The rapture flood of their diamond amity

In years thirty and five the world will see.

He and She my left and right, with them I shine.

He is the Supreme and She the Mother divine.

To lift the doleful earth to heaven's height

Their human birth and forms of endless Might. ```

When!

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Five years have laboured in a secret light

To build her outer form.

The child on a seat with a back on which to lean

Sudden a pressure storm

Stupendous She feels on her body's little crown.

Too strong yet a deep delight,

The pressure immeasurable of brooding earth

Seeking the end of its night. ```

The Mother with her human brother

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Our Mother's human brother saw the earth

Eighteen long years before his sister of lore.

Tranquillity was in flood in Mother's core,

But to ruthless ire he opened his bosom's door.

One day he saw his anger as hell's own breath;

He pushed it for ever far with his hero-will;

And from that hushful hour he cherished its death,

And lived true kin to his sister-sovereign-still. ```

The Bay of Bengal to the Mother Divine

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March 28, 1914

A flood of joy that knows no mete am I.

Mother, with my dulcet flotes I bow to Thee.

The ocean-grey hound Thou ridest, anon thy eyes

Shall clasp the Light of the worlds in ecstasy.

Prithee, bestow on me a largess high.

My giant breast now serves thy cloak of love.

A candid rosy desire tortures my heart.

Mother, I know, I am thy eternal dove.

My child, your choice immaculate I fulfil.

By you I shall dwell with my deathless human Frame.

From here the Supreme and I shall guide the worlds.

And this your boon unique — a ceaseless fame. ```

The Infinite and the Mother Divine

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(March 29, 1914)

They each other find in a silent gaze

From their limbs awakes the rapture-blaze.

The Infinite:

"Thy Advent makes me whole today.

I am now certain to flood the clay

With my Spirit-Vision's golden Light.

Thou art my only help in the Night."

Mother:

"Thou art the proof, O Lord supreme!

That all shall be free from ignorance-dream.

I know 'the darknesses shall be

Changed into Light'.

For ever in Thee

The ceaseless fount of Life Divine:

The earth with heaven's height shall dine."

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The Mother of beauty

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(in Japan)

The end of sixty-five days found the Queen

Of the cosmos vast on Japan's flowering soil.

The brave offspring of Asia bathes in the sea

Of stupendous bliss rushing from her nectar-smile.

Four golden years she breathed her Love's rich breath.

"Japan alone is Art's enchanted bloom."

Her Hands of Power on her wondrous people shed

Influence divine to avert the stroke of doom. ```

Akakura1

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Our love immaculate to you now flies.

Truly blessed are you; the Knowledge-Main,

Our Mother divine on you was rapt in trance,

There Her eyes visioned Siva time and again.

Two are the arms of His and never four:

This diamond truth She unveils to our reveries' door.

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MCA 12. Akakura is a village on a mountain in Japan.↩

The Mother and Tagore

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(in Japan)

Tagore:

I pray, fulfil an ardent choice of mine.

My 'Abode of peace' needs your all-rhythming feet.

Come with me, on the ancient breast of Ind

To found the Lore that makes all reveries sweet.

Mother:

Alas, your choice, a mystic Nay must meet.

My human birth with the golden All must twine.

Although a deep refusal your outer eyes Behold,

Truly, not so; a fire-pure change divine

When the earth from Him shall win by love, —

Tagore,

You too shall hear His triumph's trumpet in Soul's core.

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Her vision of Ganapati

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(In the Prosperity Hall, Ashram)

I am Ganapati, O Mother of mine,

I long to aid Thee in Thy Play divine.

From now on I shall be thy moon-white dove.

Ever thy Decree my choice, Thy Light my love. ```

Who are the choosers

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It is not we who choose

The Mother Divine, our Goal.

She herself within us dawns

To pierce our agelong dole. ```

How to change humanity

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To change humanity

First your own erring shape of soul recast.

Anon your eyes shall find

Nothing around remains unchanged at last. ```

All triumphs yours only then

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Be you a flood of sincerity.

No triumph will be denied to you.

Your heart shall own eternity

Your life shall wear God's golden hue. ```

Our death and immortality

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Stark death was born with us following our feet

When we beheld the light of day.

But our actions' blue-gold fruit the earth will eat

Even when death our bodies did slay. ```

She too has a choice

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Our choice is Mother's fulfilment high and vast.

Her choice, her sons with gloom shall never be downcast.

Her absence makes our lives a beggar nude.

She swims in the sea of tears for our folly rude. ```

Thy Soul to buy

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Thy Soul to buy I come

With naked foolishness of mine.

Mother of time and unborn!

Sweeter Thou art than thy Smile divine.

Show me thy Truth unique.

Thy august Heart is the priceless seed

Which Gods too fail to buy.

Thy Feet in the world's dark mead. ```

The prayer of the young souls

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A little more we desire, a little more,

Our bosom's argent door

Is wide open, O Mother, transfiguring come,

Make us thy sun-vast drum:

Through us thy matchless Victory Thou wilt announce,

Through us Thou wilt break the drowse

Of eyeless earth and netherland entire

And change their destiny dire. ```

The King of kings

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And when to her Knees we cling in devotion white

My child, She says, give me the wings

Of your blind desires futile, your bungles wild.

I shall make you the King of kings. ```

Although I go to Thee

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I go to Thee, but I hear Thee not.

I smile at Thee without the love

That is the root of thy creation vast.

Do lift my human mind above

The waves of eyeless reckless thought

That permit me not, alas, to see

All-where thy golden Knowledge-Sun

Through white and rapt eternity. ```

We are capable but not she

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We are capable of leaving the Mother Divine

And oft-times that deed we do.

But the golden impossibility does shine

In Her Grace our hearts to quit and hew. ```

Grand'Ma

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December 5, 1.26 A.M.

1950

In Heaven

"Swarna, my dear sister, what now compels

Your dawn-pure eyes to swim in the sea of tears?

My heart breaks into a million fragments now.

Take off the garment of your gloomy fears."

"Sister, console my ravaged heart, I beseech.

Alas, my sweet Auro has left the earth.

Sombre pangs torture the deep heart of the vast.

No longer his Soul enjoys the human birth."

"Ah, that away you threw your eyeless dule.

All from self-choice He has stopped

his heartbeat's march.

He has left the flesh and blood and nothing more.

Are you all void by his withdrawing search?

Ecstasy, a stupendous ecstasy shall soon

Enflood your within, without, my sister sweet.

To bring on earth his golden Sun ere long

He has left his body's shrine, his human retreat.

Auro and Mira are one in Spirit's gold fire.

No fate dare divide their timeless union.

She breathes his Breath limitless august, supreme...

A seed of a newer Birth, a newer Sun." ```

Her Face

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O earth!

but once behold her Face,

Then all for you is sun-vast Grace.

Your brave despair, your hopeless cry,

Your prison of mortality

Her gaze of Power will break the maim

Into a thousand fragments of Her Name.

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Her eyes

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To slake the enormous thirst of this world,

World recondite,

Her gaze swifter than arrows hurled

Through the warrior Night.

Eyes brimming with past dawns,

With aeons a-peep.

Till earth changes her forms

They'll know no sleep. ```

Her ears

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She hears the nectar-voice of the One;

Her Ears divine are awake to Its calls.

Through her alone He fulfils his dream.

They hear our thoughts, the shadow-falls.

Our ills She bosoms as her own;

She bears the blame of all our fate.

She boons a music we cannot hear.

Mother, deathless, immaculate. ```

Her nose

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At every pause She breathes an endless stream

Of dolorous air out from the gulfs of earth,

And exhales a boundless sea of wide new birth

From her bosom's solitudes of golden dream.

A day shall come when all will be drunk with the Sun;

Drunk with the hues of ecstasy and light

Our heart shall brave the stalwart Titan-night.

Our body's all, Her height's dominion. ```

Her arms

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Two are the arms, the deathless armours of love

To cove the dying souls from the stabs of fear;

Ecstasy's rain from the cloudless source above

They bring, the rock of massive pain to tear.

At each hush-gap with stupendous bliss they declare,

"O marvel seraphs of Mother's immaculate Breath,

Decreed are you to rise, to wing, to dare

And march across the giant breast of Death." ```

Her heart

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Unafraid we stand in spite of the titan sway

Within and without our core;

The Mother's breast is endless compassion-flame

The sea-room without a door.

Toil and wayfarer is She, Her heart is our Quest,

Her mission's startling sun

Will unveil when only we are awake to face

Her god-dominion. ```

Her feet

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Two Feet pervade the brooding vast

In echoless noise to lave with light

The coom and pangs beyond surmise

That heaven may be our starkest night.

Despair and spleen and spite must pass,

The strangling souls will rise in embrace

To become undying through eternity,

To reach Her Feet's perennial Grace. ```

Nehru in Sri Aurobindo Ashram

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(16.1.55)

Nehru, the matchless pride of India

Imbibes today the Light that guides the world.

The future's face within the Glow is unveiled;

A self-revealing calm now feeds his eyes.

He cons the Motto wherein abides our heart-beats.

The Mother upon his far-winging mind bestows

The Ecstasy sublime; and her Love unknown

With fire-pure truth kindles his colossal soul.

He fears no more the burden of sombre fate;

Victory shall bloom and Peace shall hug the earth. ```

Nehru in J.S.A.S.A.

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16.1.55

Rapture tortures our heart to see Nehru

Within the diamond-womb of fleeting time.

Capture our core his eyes of opal calm.

For his rare smile we practised our young skill.

Who says the human soul is a chimera's mist?

An immortality is our hidden form,

A body divine our aim's apocalypse.

Beside him stands the Future's perfect Fire.

The Power supreme drunk deep, slowly he goes;

His presence clutching the warrior-sparks of Noon. ```

Our President with the Mother Divine

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15.11.55

Slowly he came and slowly away he went

A quiet peak of India's might and love.

At last he knew Her who throws the flood-peace down.

In silence-fire he bathed in her sea of Grace.

"Mother, O Mother mine, Mother supreme

Thou art!

the fear of war aside cast.

Torture our feeble hearts with thy Spirit's Blaze,

And sow in us the seed of surrender-light.

Who says we are eyeless when thy Grace is guide?"

"In Truth alone abides the Victor-Sun.

Proclaim it now in mirth — my high command —

And India, the nectar-hope of earth."

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The Mother's music-fire

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New-year's day, 1956

The Life Divine with a burning joy of peace

Slowly now grows in her music-fire.

Our human dole and ignorance dire

Are lost in the Mother's undying Truth-abyss.

She builds a golden road between our breath

Of yearning and the sovereign Grace.

We see our Master's ruby blaze

Upon our inner buds that know no death.

Our heart-beats dance with her music-waves of Light.

Her Voice of all-transforming lore

Commands the daring souls to soar

Beyond the peaks unseen of sky-delight.

Her zenith victory's vast descent today.

A world unknown She unveils upon the clay. ```

The Mother of the diamond morn

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(at Balcony 6 a.m.)

A frame divine intense, aglow

With unique Grace and Love

To make us soar above

The skies and free us from titan blow.

We offer to Her at each hush-gap

Our feeble, puny thoughts

And life's million knots

To seize in our core the Spirit's Sap. ```

The eternal player

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(At the Tennis Court by the beach)

I am Thy offspring blue, god of the sea;

With my descending surge I bow to Thee,

And feel, O Player eternal!

thy Game divine

Blessing the human souls that round Thee shine.

Each 'stroke' of Thine awakes a swift-eyed rose

Of surrender-light to hush our earth-billows

Of time-built ignorance, O mighty Power!

Thy 'service' bestows on dust an immortal shower.

Thy golden Hand's outward and inward 'swings'

Show in thy Body how Spirit's Creation springs.

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The Mother of volcano-will

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5 p.m.

(in athletics)

Get to your mark, set, boom.

Anon the crown or doom.

The hero sparks of Noon

To have her striding boon

Draw quick her Will and Strength.

We pine to cover the length

Swifter than speed of light

And to kill the torpid Night.

Ever our moment's cloak

Must needs her Grace invoke,

For body alone the fane

Of Queen to devour earth's bane

And Life Divine to found

On soil aspiring unbound. ```

The Mother's wristwatch

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"Mother of mine, beyond the sombre grip

Of time art Thou veerless and ever free.

But thy Grace of love compels thy Blessing-Hand

To use my tiny beats of ecstasy,

Each supernal work of thine begins and ends

With my puny, feeble sound's tick infinite.

O who can measure save Thou my rapture strange?

Thy Grace my only breath through eternity."

"My child, I am for all, and all I use.

I guide all souls and things to my highest Fire.

But none can dare to say I stand in need,

For I alone save my core and the world entire." ```

The Mother's sandals

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"At our bliss-dawn who dares to gaze?

But alas, my brothers, sisters bear

From morn to eve and every where

Contempt wild from the human race.

From burning soil and slushing shower

Our million comrades save mankind,

Yet thick are the faults the mortals find.

Humanity brings no dower.

Mother, between our doleful race

And us alas, what dire contrast!

Worshipped for all ages we shall last.

Off will they be kicked without praise."

"My children, aim not your anger's arrow

At breasts of human souls, nothing wrong

They do, your kin round them can throng

Only when their high service they throw

On earthly men with perfect bloom.

For you know, your future brothers as well

Must cherish the feet of men and dwell.

In it my renewal and doom." ```

The Mother with the flowers

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Flowers too have a tongue,

They also have joy and strife.

They are the expression first

Of the psychic flame in life.

Each plane owns a colour.

She boons with names to those

That unveil to Her their skies

Rich in oneness of the source.

But those that are still and mute

Nameless, infinitesimal.

Now a thousand flowers

Cherish Her Dawn-ward call. ```

A complaint to the Mother

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Ego:

Mother, truly ungrateful are

The dingy human souls.

My labour has freed them from stark

Venomed, Inconscient doles.

Alas, in return they call me names.

Their missiles dire now hound

My aeonless breast from dawn to dusk;

To their hatred I am bound.

Mother:

Offspring, speak out the blue-gold truth.

Where are your words of mail?

Why dungeon-mates of your sombre past

Why ego at you must rail?

Man:

During our ignorance-dawn she was

Our lonely teacher pure.

But we claimed not our heritage.

So this breach we needs must endure.

Spirit our only changeless guide.

To It alone we bow.

Save It our deathless Form is void.

Thou art the Tree and It the bough.

Mother:

Ego, my erring, doleful child,

Aside you cast your ire.

Inevitable was your gift.

Man now needs the Spirit's Fire

To change his face and sombre fate.

The sky-vast golden Dawn

Can alone slake his sleepless thirst.

He my lion, you my fawn. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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