The Mother By Sri Aurobindo

To Walk through life armoured against all all fear peril and disaster , only two things are needed two that go always together . The grace of the divine mother and on your side an inner stae made up of faith , sincerity and surrender. - Sri Aurobindo (In the Mother Book)

(Chapter 3)

A splendour sullied by the mortal air, 
Love passes through his heart, a wandering guest. 
Beauty surrounds him for a magic hour, 
He has visits of a large revealing joy, 
Brief widenesses release him from himself, 
Enticing towards a glory ever in front 
Hopes of a deathless sweetness lure and leave. 
His mind is crossed by strange discovering fires, 
Rare intimations lift his stumbling speech 
To a moment's kinship with the eternal Word; 
A masque of Wisdom circles through his brain 
Perturbing him with glimpses half divine. 
He lays his hands sometimes on the Unknown; 
He communes sometimes with Eternity. 
A strange and grandiose symbol was his birth 
And immortality and spirit-room 
And pure perfection and a shadowless bliss 
Are this afflicted creature's mighty fate. 
In him the Earth-Mother sees draw near the change 
Foreshadowed in her dumb and fiery depths, 
A godhead drawn from her transmuted limbs, 
An alchemy of Heaven on Nature's base. 
Adept of the self-born unfailing line, 
Leave not the light to die the ages bore, 
Help still humanity's blind and suffering life: 
Obey thy spirit's wide omnipotent urge. 
A witness to God's parley with the Night, 
It leaned compassionate from immortal calm 
And housed desire, the troubled seed of things. 
Assent to thy high self, create, endure. 
Cease not from knowledge, let thy toil be vast. 
No more can earthly limits pen thy force; 
Equal thy work with long unending Time's. 
Traveller upon the bare eternal heights, 

Tread still the difficult and dateless path 
Joining the cycles with its austere curve 
Measured for man by the initiate Gods. 
My light shall be in thee, my strength thy force. 
Let not the impatient Titan drive thy heart, 
Ask not the imperfect fruit, the partial prize. 
Only one boon, to greaten thy spirit, demand; 
Only one joy, to raise thy kind, desire. 
Above blind fate and the antagonist powers 
Moveless there stands a high unchanging Will; 
To its omnipotence leave thy work's result. 
All things shall change in God's transfiguring hour."

August and sweet sank hushed that mighty Voice. 
Nothing now moved in the vast brooding space: 
A stillness came upon the listening world, 
A mute immensity of the Eternal's peace. 
But Aswapati's heart replied to her, 
A cry amid the silence of the Vasts: 
"How shall I rest content with mortal days 
And the dull measure of terrestrial things, 
I who have seen behind the cosmic mask 
The glory and the beauty of thy face? 
Hard is the doom to which thou bindst thy sons! 
How long shall our spirits battle with the Night 
And bear defeat and the brute yoke of Death, 
We who are vessels of a deathless Force 
And builders of the godhead of the race? 
Or if it is thy work I do below 
Amid the error and waste of human life 
In the vague light of man's half-conscious mind, 
Why breaks not in some distant gleam of thee? 
Ever the centuries and millenniums pass. 
Where in the greyness is thy coming's ray? 
Where is the thunder of thy victory's wings? 
Only we hear the feet of passing gods. 

A plan in the occult eternal Mind 
Mapped out to backward and prophetic sight, 
The aeons ever repeat their changeless round, 
The cycles all rebuild and ever aspire. 
All we have done is ever still to do. 
All breaks and all renews and is the same. 
Huge revolutions of life's fruitless gyre, 
The new-born ages perish like the old, 
As if the sad Enigma kept its right 
Till all is done for which this scene was made. 
Too little the strength that now with us is born, 
Too faint the light that steals through Nature's lids, 
Too scant the joy with which she buys our pain. 
In a brute world that knows not its own sense, 
Thought-racked upon the wheel of birth we live, 
The instruments of an impulse not our own 
Moved to achieve with our heart's blood for price 
Half-knowledge, half-creations that soon tire. 
A foiled immortal soul in perishing limbs, 
Baffled and beaten back we labour still; 
Annulled, frustrated, spent, we still survive. 
In anguish we labour that from us may rise 
A larger-seeing man with nobler heart, 
A golden vessel of the incarnate Truth, 
The executor of the divine attempt 
Equipped to wear the earthly body of God, 
Communicant and prophet and lover and king. 
I know that thy creation cannot fail: 
For even through the mists of mortal thought 
Infallible are thy mysterious steps, 
And, though Necessity dons the garb of Chance, 
Hidden in the blind shifts of Fate she keeps 
The slow calm logic of Infinity's pace 
And the inviolate sequence of its will. 
All life is fixed in an ascending scale 
And adamantine is the evolving Law; 

In the beginning is prepared the close. 
This strange irrational product of the mire, 
This compromise between the beast and god, 
Is not the crown of thy miraculous world. 
I know there shall inform the inconscient cells, 
At one with Nature and at height with heaven, 
A spirit vast as the containing sky 
And swept with ecstasy from invisible founts, 
A god come down and greater by the fall. 
A Power arose out of my slumber's cell. 
Abandoning the tardy limp of the hours 
And the inconstant blink of mortal sight, 
There where the Thinker sleeps in too much light 
And intolerant flames the lone all-witnessing Eye 
Hearing the word of Fate from Silence' heart 
In the endless moment of Eternity, 
It saw from timelessness the works of Time. 
Overpassed were the leaden formulas of the Mind, 
Overpowered the obstacle of mortal Space: 
The unfolding Image showed the things to come. 
A giant dance of Shiva tore the past; 
There was a thunder as of worlds that fall; 
Earth was o'errun with fire and the roar of Death 
Clamouring to slay a world his hunger had made; 
There was a clangour of Destruction's wings: 
The Titan's battle-cry was in my ears, 
Alarm and rumour shook the armoured Night. 
I saw the Omnipotent's flaming pioneers 
Over the heavenly verge which turns towards life 
Come crowding down the amber stairs of birth; 
Forerunners of a divine multitude, 
Out of the paths of the morning star they came 
Into the little room of mortal life. 
I saw them cross the twilight of an age, 
The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn, 
The great creators with wide brows of calm, 

The massive barrier-breakers of the world 
And wrestlers with destiny in her lists of will, 
The labourers in the quarries of the gods, 
The messengers of the Incommunicable, 
The architects of immortality. 
Into the fallen human sphere they came, 
Faces that wore the Immortal's glory still, 
Voices that communed still with the thoughts of God, 
Bodies made beautiful by the spirit's light, 
Carrying the magic word, the mystic fire, 
Carrying the Dionysian cup of joy, 
Approaching eyes of a diviner man, 
Lips chanting an unknown anthem of the soul, 
Feet echoing in the corridors of Time. 
High priests of wisdom, sweetness, might and bliss, 
Discoverers of beauty's sunlit ways 
And swimmers of Love's laughing fiery floods 
And dancers within rapture's golden doors, 
Their tread one day shall change the suffering earth 
And justify the light on Nature's face. 
Although Fate lingers in the high Beyond 
And the work seems vain on which our heart's force was spent, 
All shall be done for which our pain was borne. 
Even as of old man came behind the beast 
This high divine successor surely shall come 
Behind man's inefficient mortal pace, 
Behind his vain labour, sweat and blood and tears: 
He shall know what mortal mind barely durst think, 
He shall do what the heart of the mortal could not dare. 
Inheritor of the toil of human time, 
He shall take on him the burden of the gods; 
All heavenly light shall visit the earth's thoughts, 
The might of heaven shall fortify earthly hearts; 
Earth's deeds shall touch the superhuman's height, 
Earth's seeing widen into the infinite. 
Heavy unchanged weighs still the imperfect world; 

The splendid youth of Time has passed and failed; 
Heavy and long are the years our labour counts 
And still the seals are firm upon man's soul 
And weary is the ancient Mother's heart. 
O Truth defended in thy secret sun, 
Voice of her mighty musings in shut heavens 
On things withdrawn within her luminous depths, 
O Wisdom-Splendour, Mother of the universe, 
Creatrix, the Eternal's artist Bride, 
Linger not long with thy transmuting hand 
Pressed vainly on one golden bar of Time, 
As if Time dare not open its heart to God. 
O radiant fountain of the world's delight 
World-free and unattainable above, 
O Bliss who ever dwellst deep-hid within 
While men seek thee outside and never find, 
Mystery and Muse with hieratic tongue, 
Incarnate the white passion of thy force, 
Mission to earth some living form of thee. 
One moment fill with thy eternity, 
Let thy infinity in one body live, 
All-Knowledge wrap one mind in seas of light, 
All-Love throb single in one human heart. 
Immortal, treading the earth with mortal feet 
All heaven's beauty crowd in earthly limbs! 
Omnipotence, girdle with the power of God 
Movements and moments of a mortal will, 
Pack with the eternal might one human hour 
And with one gesture change all future time. 
Let a great word be spoken from the heights 
And one great act unlock the doors of Fate."

Sri Aurobindo, [1950]. Savitri – A Legend and a Symbol. Pondicherry: Sri Aurobindo Ashram Publication Department, pp. 340-345.

Mother Durga! Rider on the lion, giver of all strength, Mother, beloved of Shiva! We, born from thy parts of Power, we the youth of India, are seated here in thy temple. Listen, O Mother, descend upon earth, make thyself manifest in this land of India.

Mother Durga! From age to age, in life after life, we come down into the human body, do thy work and return to the Home of Delight. Now too we are born, dedicated to thy work. Listen, O Mother, descend upon earth, come to our help.