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\n

\n
\nMarch 30, 1917<\/i> <\/font>
\n<\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHERE is a sovereign royalty in taking no thought
\nfor oneself. To have needs is to assert a weakness; to claim something proves that we lack what we
\nclaim. To desire is to be impotent; it is to recognise
\nour limitations and confess our incapacity to over-
\ncome them. If only from the point of view of a
\nlegitimate pride, man should be noble enough to
\nrenounce desire. How humiliating to ask something
\nfor oneself from life or from the Supreme Conscious-
\nness which animates it! How humiliating for us, how
\nignorant an offence against Her! For all is within
\nour reach, only the egoistic limits of our being pre-.
\nvent us from enjoying the whole universe as completely and concretely as we possess our own body
\nand its immediate surroundings. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 70<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nMarch 31, 1917<\/i> <\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nEACH time that a heart leaps at the touch of Thy
\ndivine breath, a little more beauty seems to be
\nborn upon the Earth, the air is embalmed with a
\nsweet perfume, all becomes more friendly. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nHow great is Thy power, 0 Lord of all existences,
\nthat an atom of Thy joy is sufficient to efface so
\nmuch darkness, so many sorrows and a single ray
\nof Thy glory can light up thus the dullest pebble,
\nillumine the blackest consciousness! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThou hast heaped Thy favours upon me. Thou
\nhast unveiled to me many secrets, Thou hast made
\nme taste many unexpected and unhoped for joys,
\nbut no grace of Thine can be equal to this Thou
\ngrantest to me when a heart leaps at the touch of
\nThy divine breath. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAt these blessed hours all earth sings a hymn of
\ngladness, the grasses shudder with pleasure, the air
\nis vibrant with light, the trees lift towards heaven
\ntheir most ardent prayer, the chant of the birds
\nbecomes a canticle, the waves of the sea billow with
\nlove, the smile of children tells of the infinite and
\nthe souls of men appear in their eyes. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 71<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nTell me, wilt Thou grant me the marvellous power
\nto give birth to this dawn in expectant hearts, to
\nawaken the consciousness of men to Thy sublime
\npresence, and in this bare and sorrowful world
\nawaken a little of Thy true Paradise? What
\nhappiness, what riches, what terrestrial powers can
\nequal this wonderful gift! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO Lord, never have I implored Thee in vain, for
\nthat which speaks to Thee is Thyself in me. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nDrop by drop Thou allowest to fall in a fertilising
\nrain the living and redeeming flame of Thy almighty love. When these drops of eternal light
\ndescend softly on our world of obscure ignorance,
\none would say a rain upon earth of golden stars
\none by one from a sombre firmament. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAll kneels in mute devotion before this ever-renewed miracle. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 72<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nApril 7, 1917<\/i> <\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nA DEEP concentration seized on me, and I perceived
\nthat I was identifying myself with a single cherry-blossom, then through it with
\nall cherry-blossoms, and, as I descended deeper in the consciousness, following a stream of bluish force, I
\nbecame suddenly the cherry-tree itself, stretching
\ntowards the sky like so many arms its innumerable
\nbranches laden with their sacrifice of flowers. Then
\nI heard distinctly this sentence: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n"Thus hast thou made thyself one with the soul of
\nthe cherry-trees and so thou canst take note that
\nit is the Divine who makes the offering of this
\nflower-prayer to heaven." <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhen I had written it, all was effaced; but now the
\nblood of the cherry-tree flows in my veins and with it flows an incomparable
\npeace and force. What difference is there between the human body and the body of
\na tree? In truth, there is none: the consciousness which animates them is identically the
\nsame. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThen the cherry-tree whispered in my ear: <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n"It is in the cherry-blossom that lies the remedy for
\nthe disorders of the spring." <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 73<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nApril 28, 1917<\/i> <\/a> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO<\/font><\/i> MY divine Master, who hast appeared to me this
\nnight in all Thy radiant splendour, Thou canst in
\nan instant make this being perfectly pure, luminous,
\ntranslucid, conscious. Thou canst liberate it from
\nits last dark spots, free it from its last preferences.
\nThou canst… but hast Thou not done this tonight
\nwhen it was penetrated with Thy divine effluence
\nand Thy ineffable light? It may be… for in me is
\na superhuman strength made all of calm and immensity. Grant that from this summit I may not
\nfall; grant that peace may for ever reign as tile
\nmaster of my being, not only in my depths of
\nwhich it has long been the sovereign but in the
\nleast of my external activities, in the smallest
\nrecesses of my heart and of my action. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI salute Thee, 0 Lord, deliverer of beings! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n"Lo! here are flowers and benedictions! here is the
\nsmile of divine Love! It is without preferences and
\nwithout repulsions. It streams out towards all in a
\ngenerous flow and never takes back its marvellous
\ngifts!" <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nHer arms outstretched in a gesture of ecstasy, the
\nEternal Mother pours upon the world the unceasing
\ndew of Her purest love! <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 74<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nSeptember 24, 1917<\/i>
\n<\/a> <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTHOU hast subjected me to a hard discipline; rung
\nafter rung, I have climbed the ladder which leads
\nto Thee and, at the summit of the ascent. Thou
\nhast made me taste the perfect joy of identity with
\nThee. Then, obedient to Thy command, rung after
\nrung, I have descended to outer activities and external states of consciousness, re-entering into
\ncontact with these worlds that I left to discover
\nThee. And now that I have come back to the
\nbottom of the ladder, all is so dull, so mediocre, so
\nneutral, in me and around me, that I understand no
\nmore…. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhat is it then that Thou awaitest from me, and
\nto what use that slow long preparation, if all is to
\nend in a result to which the majority of human
\nbeings attain without being subjected to any discipline? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nHow is it possible that having seen all that I have
\nseen, experienced all that I have experienced, after
\nI have been led up even to the most sacred
\nsanctuary of Thy knowledge and communion with
\nThee, Thou hast made of me so utterly common
\nan instrument in such ordinary circumstances? In
\ntruth, 0 Lord, Thy ends are unfathomable and
\npass my understanding…. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 75<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nWhy, when Thou hast placed in my heart the pure
\ndiamond of Thy perfect Felicity, sufferest Thou its
\nsurface to reflect the shadows which come from
\noutside and so leave unsuspected and, it would
\nseem, ineffective the treasure of Peace Thou hast
\ngranted me? Truly all this is a mystery and confounds my understanding. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nWhy, when Thou hast given me this great inner
\nsilence, sufferest Thou the tongue to be so active
\nand the thought to be occupied with things so
\nfutile? Why?… I could go on questioning indefinitely
\nand, to all likelihood, always in vain…. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI have only to bow to Thy decree and accept my
\ncondition without uttering a word. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI am now only a Spectator who watches the dragon
\nof the world unrolling its coils without end. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 76<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nOctober 15, 1917<\/a><\/i><\/b> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI HAVE cried to Thee in my despair, 0 Lord, and
\nThou hast answered my call. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nI have no right to complain of the circumstances
\nof my existence; are they not consonant with what
\nI am? Because Thou ledst me to the threshold of Thy
\nsplendour and gavest me the joy of Thy harmony,
\nI thought I had reached the goal: but, in truth,
\nThou hast regarded Thy instrument in the perfect
\nclarity of Thy light and plunged it back into the
\ncrucible of the world that it may be melted anew and purified. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn these hours of an extreme and anguished aspiration
\nI see, I feel myself drawn by Thee with a dizzy
\nrapidity along the road of transformation and my
\nwhole being vibrates to a conscious contact with
\nthe Infinite. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nIt is so that Thou "givest me patience and the
\nstrength to surmount this new ordeal. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 77<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n
\nNovember 25, 1917<\/a><\/i> <\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nO LORD, because in an hour of cruel distress I
\nsaid in the sincerity of my faith: "Thy Will be
\ndone," Thou earnest garbed in Thy raiment of
\nglory. At Thy feet I prostrated myself, on Thy
\nbreast I found my refuge. Thou hast filled my being
\nwith Thy divine light and flooded it with Thy bliss.
\nThou hast reaffirmed Thy alliance and assured me
\nof Thy constant presence. Thou art the sure friend
\nwho never fails, the Power, the Support, the Guide.
\nThou art the Light which scatters darkness, the
\nConqueror who assures the victory. Since Thou art
\nthere, all has become clear. Agni is rekindled in
\nmy fortified heart, and his splendour shines out
\nand sets aglow the atmosphere and purifies it…. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMy love for Thee, compressed so long, has leaped
\nforth again, powerful, sovereign, irresistible\u2014increased tenfold by the ordeal it has undergone. It
\n<\/b>has found strength in its seclusion, the strength to
\nemerge to the surface of the being, impose itself as
\nmaster on the entire consciousness, absorb everything in its overflowing stream…. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThou hast said to me: "I have returned to leave
\nthee no more." <\/font><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAnd, my forehead on the soil, I have received Thy
\npromise. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 78<\/font><\/p>\n

\n


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