Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The only place of absolute peace

2008/02/28 Samadhi of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother 3 Comments Add your own

1. Shanthi Narayanan June 17, 2008 at 3:50 am
The only place of absolute peace and the one any commom lay man can feel the Divine

2. Debabrata Ghosh June 17, 2008 at 6:59 am
You are absolutely right.
Gods invisibly) come and sit around the samadhi to offer their obeisance. This is not imagination-fact.
Regards. Devabrata

3. mamata dash June 17, 2008 at 5:47 pm
Yes, when one is near the saamadhi one feels absolute peace, even ordinary tourists feel that, when one lays his or her head on the samadhi one is enveloped within a vast light, solace and love .. immeditely one is lifted to a different dimension where the reality of the world one lives in does not matter at all. Sometimes tears flows spontaneously mind becomes silent .. one is face to face with the depth of his or her beibg, and after that humility takes over and .. one feels so small. I know that this is the samadhi and more than all this, I could describe. Mamata Dash

# Dear Friends, here I contribute my poem Samadhi with pleasure - Good wishes

Luminous bodies
Gave humble shelters
To the divine travellers.
Samadhi is the nid
Of those bodies,
Resplendent entities.
Surrender with head
Pranam with forehead
At the Samadhi bed
With reposeful bent
Make the world silent
Toward samadhi tend.
‘We may never forget
Even for a moment
All we owe to Thee’
Tabernacle of the Yogi and Yogini
Our beloved Samadhi.
(c) Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2008

# Another poem on the SAMADHI, published in France, in my recent trilingual volume, Danse cosmique:

Beside the luminous shrine of my Lord I sit
And see the sky above me all purple in flame,
The flowers with an upward glow are lit,
And the humble blades of grasses sing His name!

The stars are peeping from behind the veil
Of the emerald branches over the sacred shrine:
A forlorn cricket, a nestward nightingale -
In harmony they chant His name divine.

A rustling message of voices unknown is heard
In the evening breeze that blows from a deathless height:
O none save he who seeks the celestial Bard
Shall know his path out of the darkest night.

A hush, a mighty silence rings all soul,
A finger of light to earth has shown the goal.

Prithwindra Mukherjee

1 comment:

  1. This is already a good collection on Samadhi though - is the last poem on the Samadhi we target? It may fit in everywhere- a nice poem otherwise.