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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Prayers and Meditations of the Mother</i></font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">THE <i>Prayers and Meditations</i> -of the Mother. It is Life Divine
in song, it is Life Divine set to music—made sweet and lovely,
near and dear to us—a thing of beauty and a joy for ever.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; To some the ideal has appeared aloof and afar, cold and
forbidding. The ascent is difficult involving immense pains and
tiresome efforts. It is meant for the high-souled ascetic, not for
the weak earth-bound mortals. But here in the voice of the
Mother we hear not the call for a hazardous climb to the bare
cold wind-swept peak of the Himalayas but a warm invitation
for a happy trek back to our own hearth and home. The voice
of the Divine is the loving Mother's voice.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The <i>Prayers and Meditations</i> of the Mother are a music,
a music of the lyre—I say lyre, because there is a lyric beauty
and poignancy in these utterances. And true lyricism means a
direct and spontaneous out flowing of the soul's intimate
experiences.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This wonder-lyre has three strings, giving out a triple note
or strain: there is a strain of philosophy, there is a strain Or
yoga and there is a strain of poetry. We may also call them
values and say there is a philosophical, a yogic and a poetic
value in these contemplations. The philosophical strain or
value means that the things said are presented, explained to
the intellect so that the human mind can seize them, understand them. The principles underlying the ideal, the fundamental ideas are elaborated in terms of reason and logical
comprehension, although the subject-matter treated is in the
last analysis beyond reason and logic. For example, here is
true philosophy expressed in a philosophic manner as neatly
as possible.</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>A quoi servirait L'homme s'il n'etait pas fait pour jeter un pont
entre Ce qui est eternellement, mais qui n'est pas manifeste, et ce
qui est manifeste, entre toutes les transcendances, toutes les splendours de la vie divine et toute 1'obscure et douloureuse ignorance
du monde materiel? L'homme est Ie lien entre ce qui doit etre et
ce qui est; il est la passerelle jetee sur I'abime, il est Ie grand X en
croix, Ie trait d'union quaternaire. Son domicile veritable, Ie
siege effectif de sa conscience doit etre dans Ie monde intermediaire
au point de jonction des quatre bras de la croix, la ou tout I'infini
de 1'impensable vient prendre forme precise pour etre projete dans
L'innombrable manifestation.</i> .<sup>l </sup></font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">Or again</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Que de degres differents dans la conscience! II faudrait reserver
ce mot pour ce qui, dans un etre, est illumine par Ta presence,
s'est identifie a Toi et participe a Ta Conscience absolue, ce
qui est &quot;parfaifement eveille&quot;, comme ait Ie Bouddha.<sup>2</sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>En dehors de cet etat, ily a des degres infinis de conscience descendant
jusqu'a L'obscurite complete, la veritable inconscience qui peut
etre un domaine pas encore touche par la lumiere de ton amour
(ce qui parait improbable dans la substance physique), ou bien ce
qui est, pour une raison d'ignorance quelconque, hors de notre
region individuelle de perception.<sup>3</sup></i></font><sup> </sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; However, we note that the philosophical strain merges into
the yogic, rather the yogic strain is already involved in the</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp; Of what use would be man if he was not made to throw a bridge between
That which eternally is, but is not manifested, and that which is manifested;</font><font size="2">&nbsp;
</font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman">between all the transcendences, all the splendours of the divine life and all the
obscure and sorrowful ignorance of the material world ? Man is the intermediary
between that which has to be and that which is; he is a bridge thrown over the
abyss, he is the great X in the cross, the quaternary link. His true abode, the
effective seat of his consciousness, should be in the intermediate world at the
joining point of the four arms of the cross, where all the infinity of the Unknowable
comes to take precise form for being projected into the multitudinous manifestation ..</font><font size="2">
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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How many and different are the degrees of consciousness! This word should
be reserved for that which, in a being, is illumined by Thy Presence, identifies
itself with Thee and participates in Thy absolute Consciousness, for that which
has knowledge, which is &quot;perfectly awakened&quot; as says the Buddha.</font><font size="2">
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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Outside this state, there are infinite degrees of consciousness descending down
to the complete darkness, the veritable inconscience which may be a domain not
yet touched by the light of Thy divine love (but that appears improbable in
physical substance), or which is by reason of some ignorance, outside our individual region of perception.</font><font size="2">
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<font face="Times New Roman">philosophical. Here is an obvious and clear expression of this
strain:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Il faudrait que chaque jour, chaque instant, soit I''occasion d'une 
consecration nouvelle et plus complete; et non pas une de ces consecrations
enthousiastes et trepidantes, suractives, pleine de l'illusion de I'oeuvre, mats une consecration profonde et silencieuse 
qui n'est pas
forcement apparente, mais qui penetre et transfigure toute action
II faudrait que notre esprit paisible et solitaire repose toujours en
Toi, et que de ce pur sommet il ait la perception exacte des realites, de la Realite unique et eternelle, derriere les instables et fugitives apparences.</i><sup>1
</sup></font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We are given all the disciplines necessary for the growth of
the spiritual life: the processes, the procedures that have to be
followed—object-lessons are given even for the uninitiated
and for the very beginner, as well as instructions for those who
aim at the highest heights thus:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>II est toujours bon de regarder de temps en temps en soi et de
voir qu'on n'est et ne peut rien, mais il faut en suite tourner son
regard vers Toi en sachant que Tu es tout et que Tu peux tout.</i>&nbsp;
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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp; Tu es la vie de notre vie et
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<i><font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font></i>
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>la lumiere de notre etre,</i> </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>&nbsp; Tu es Ie mattre de nos destinees.<sup>2</sup></i> </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Indeed philosophy and yoga go hand -in hand. Yoga is
applied philosophy. What is at first mentally perceived and
recognised, what is accepted by the reason is made active and
dynamic in life. The character embodies the abstract and
general principles, the vital energy executes them, that is
yoga. Philosophy brings in the light of consciousness, yoga the</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Each day, each moment, must be an occasion for a 
new and completer consecration; and not one of those enthusiastic and trepidant consecrations, over-active, full of the illusion of the work, but a profound and silent consecration
which need not be apparent, but which penetrates and transfigures every action. </font>
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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">Our mind, solitary and at peace, must rest always in Thee, and from this pure
summit it must have the exact perception of realities, of the sole and eternal<br>
Reality, behind unstable fugitive appearances.</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is always good to look within ourselves from time to time and see that we
are nothing and can do nothing, but we must then turn our look towards Thee,
knowing that Thou art all and that Thou canst do all.
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<font face="Times New Roman" size="2">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thou art the life of our life and</font><font size="2">
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<font face="Times New Roman"><font size="2">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the light of our being,<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
Thou art the master of our destiny</font>.</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">energy of consciousness. Here we have an expression of what
may be called &quot;yogic philosophy&quot;.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>II faut a chaque moment secouer Ie passe comme une poussiere qui
tombe, afin qu'elle ne salisse pas Ie chemin vierge qui, a chaque
moment aussi, s'ouvre devant nous.<sup>1</sup></i> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Once again we see emerging the third note, the note of
poetry. In fact the <i>Prayers and Meditations</i> abound in the
most beautiful poetry, what can be more beautiful, even more
poetically beautiful than these cadences!</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Ta voix est si modeste, si impartiale, si sublime de patience et</i>
<i>de misericorde qu'elle ne se fait entendre avec aucune autorite, aucune
puissance de volonte, mais comme une brise fraiche, douce et pure,</i> <i>comme un murmure cristallin qui donne la note d'harmonie dans Ie
concert discordant. Seulement, pour celui qui salt ecouter la note,
respirer la brise, elle contient de tels tresors de beaute, un tel parfum
de pure serenite et de noble grandeur, que toutes les folks illusions
s'' evanouissent ou se transforment dans une joyeuse acceptation de la
merveilleuse verite entrevue.<sup>2</sup></i><sup> </sup></font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">Or more beautiful than the beautiful simplicity of these lines!</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Comme me flamme qui brule silencieusement, comme un parfum
qui monte tout droit, sans vaciller, mon amour va vers Toi.</i> .<sup>3</sup> </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If one asks for a classical perfection, here is a line that is on
a par with a Racinian verse—</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Mon coeur s'est endormi jusqu'au trefonds de I'etre. .*</i> </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i><font size="2">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font> </i> 
<font size="2">&nbsp;We must at each moment shake off the past like falling dust, so that it may
not soil the virgin path which, also at each moment, opens before us.</font></font><font size="2">
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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Thy voice is so modest, impartial, sublime in its patience and its mercy that
it does not make itself heard with any authority, any potency of will; it is like a
cool, soft and pure breeze; it is like a crystalline murmur that imparts a note of
harmony to a discordant concert. Only for him who knows how to listen to that
note, how to breathe that breeze, it contains such a treasure of beauty and such,
a perfume of pure serenity and noble grandeur, that all extravagant illusions vanish
or are transformed into a joyful acceptance of the marvellous truth that has been
glimpsed.</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Like a flame that burns in silence, like a perfume that rises straight upward
without wavering, my love goes to Thee..</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">4&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My heart has fallen asleep, down to the very depths of my being.</font><font size="2">
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And here is a line flowing with all the milk and honey of
the Romantic muse—</font>

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<i><font face="Arial">&nbsp;</font><font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Et les heures s'evanouissent comme des reves invecus..</font></i><sup><font face="Times New Roman">1 </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">which possesses furthermore the magic of an indefinable
mysticism so rare in the French language. The mystic element
gives a special grace and flavour, a transcendent significance
serving as an enveloping aura to the whole body of these
Prayers and Meditations.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; One cannot, for example,<b> 
</b>but be bewitched by the mystic<b> 
</b>grandeur of this image:—</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 0 Conscience immobile et sereine, Tu veilles aux confins du
monde comme un sphinx d'eternite. Et pourtant a certains Tu livres<br>
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Ton secret,</i>,<sup>2 </sup></font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In fact three notes blend together indissolubly and form what
we call 'mantra'—even like the triple mystic syllable AUM.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Once, in connection with Shakespeare, I said that a poet's
language, which is in truth the poet himself, may be considered
as consisting of unit vocables, syllables, that are as it were
fundamental particles, even like the nuclear particles, each
poet having his own type of particle, with its own charge and
spin and vibrations. Shakespeare's, I said, is a particle of
Life-energy, a packet of living blood-vibration, pulsating as it
were, with real heart-beat. Likewise in Dante one feels it to be
a packet of Tapas—of ascetic energy, a bare clear concentrated
flame-wave of consciousness, of thought-force. In the <i>Prayers
and Meditations</i> the fundamental unit of expression seems to be
a packet of gracious light—one seems to touch the very hem
of Mahalakshmi.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The voice in the <i>Prayers and Meditations</i> is Krishna's flute
calling the souls imprisoned in their worldly household to come
out into the wide green expanses of infinity, in the midst of the
glorious herds of light, to play and enjoy in the company of
the Lord of Delight.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><sup><font size="2">1</font></sup><font size="2"> And the hours pass like dreams unlived..</font></font><font size="2">
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<font face="Times New Roman" size="2"><sup>2</sup> 0 serene and immobile Consciousness, Thou watchest on the boundaries of
the world like a sphinx of eternity. And yet to some Thou givest out Thy secret.</font>
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<font face="Arial">(2)</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We have spoken of the three notes or strains in the <i>Prayers
and Meditations.</i> Apart from this triple theme which after all
means mode or modulation in expression, there is a triplicity in
depth. Along with the strains, there are strands. Besides the
value or quality of the things, the thing itself is a composite
reality containing different levels. It is not a single, unilateral,
one-dimensional world, but it is multi-dimensional consisting
of many worlds, one within another, all telescoped as it were,
to form a single indivisible whole.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Now these prayers—who prays? And to whom? These
meditations—who meditates? And who is the object of the
meditation ? First of all there is the apparent obvious meaning,
that is on the very surface. It is the Mother's own prayers
offered to her own beloved Lord. It is her own personal aspiration, the preoccupation of the individual human being that
she is. It is the secret story, the inner history of all that she
desires, asks for, questions, all that she has experienced and
realised and the farther more that she is to achieve, the revelations of a terrestrial creature of the particular name and form
that she happens to possess. Thus for example, the very opening
passage of these prayers:</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Quoique tout mon etre Te soit theoriquement consacre, 
o Maitre Sublime, qui est la vie, la lumiere et l'amour de toute chose j'ai
peine encore a appliquer cette consecration dans les details. II m'a
fallu plusieurs semaines pour savoir que la raison de cette meditation
ecrite, sa legitimation, reside dans Ie fait de Te I'adresser quotidiennement. Ainsi je materialiserai chaque jour un peu de la conversation
que j'ai si frequemment auec Toi; je Te ferai de mon mieux ma
confession</i>. <sup>.1</sup>&nbsp; </font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But we notice immediately that these are not exclusively
personal, absolutely individual assertions. While speaking of</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Although my whole being is in theory conscrated to Thee, 0 Sublime Master,
who art the life, the light and the love in all things, I still find it hard to carry out
this consecration in detail. It has taken me several weeks to learn that the reason
for this written meditation, its justification lies in the very fact of addressing it
daily to Thee. In this way I shall put into material shape each day a little of the
conversation I have so often with Thee; I shall make my confession to Thee as
well as it may be<b>..</b></font><font size="2">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">herself, spontaneously she seems to be speaking on behalf of
all men. The words that she utters come as it were, from the
lips of all mankind. She is the representative human being.
She gives expression to all that man feels or might feel but is notable or does not know how to express and articulate. Here is
how she describes her function as a representative person—so
beautifully, so poignantly:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Alors j'ai pense a tous ceux qui veillaient sur Ie bateau<b> 
</b>pour<b> 
</b>assurer et proteger notre route, et avec reconnaissance, dans leur
coeur, j'ai voulu faire naitre et vivre Ta Paix; puis j'ai pense a tous ceux qui, constants et sans souci, dormaient du sommeil de I'inconscience, et avec sollicitude pour leurs miseres, pitie pour leur souffrance
latente s'eveillant en eux en meme temps que leur reveil, j'ai voulu</i>&nbsp;
<i>- qu'un peu de Ta Paix habite leur coer, et fasse naitre en eux la vie
de l'esprit, la lumiere dissipant I'ignorance. Puis j'ai pense a tous
les habitants de cette vaste mer, les visibles et les invisibles, et j'ai
voulu que sur eux s'etende Ta Paix. Puis j'ai pense a ceux que nous
avions laisse au loin et dont I'affection nous accompagne, et avec
une grande tendresse, pour eux j'ai voulu Ta Paix consciente et
durable, la plenitude de Ta Paix proportionnee a leur capacite de
la recevoir. Puts j'ai pense a tous ceux vers qui nous allons, que des
preoccupations enfantines agitent et qui se battent pour de mesquines
competitions d'interet dans I'ignorance et l'egoisme; et avec ardeur, dans une grande aspiration, pour eux, j'ai demande la pleine lumiere
de Ta Paix. Puis j'ai pense a tous ceux que nous connaissons, a
tous ceux que nous ignorons, a toute la vie qui s'elabore, a tout ce qui
a change de forme, a tout ce qui n'est pas encore enforme, et pour tout
cela, ainsi que pour ce a quoi je ne puis penser, pour tout ce qui est
present a ma memoire et pour tout ce que j'oublie, dans un grand
recueillement et une muette adoration, j'ai implore Ta Paix.<sup>1</sup></i><sup>
</sup></font>
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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I then thought of all those who were watching over the ship to safeguard and
protect our route, and in gratitude, I willed that Thy peace should be born and
live in their hearts; then I thought of all those who, confident and carefree, slept
the sleep of inconscience and, with solicitude for their miseries, pity for their
latent suffering which would awake in them in their own waking, I willed that a</font><font size="2">
</font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman">little of Thy Peace might dwell in their hearts and bring to birth in them the life
of the Spirit, the light which dispels ignorance. I then thought of the dwellers of
this vast sea, visible and invisible, and I willed that over them might be extended
Thy Peace. I thought next of those whom we had left far away and whose affection
is with us, and with a great tenderness I willed for them Thy conscious and lasting
Peace, the plenitude of Thy Peace proportioned to their capacity to receive it.
Then I thought of all those to whom we are going, who are restless with childish
preoccupations and fight for mean competitions of interest in ignorance and</font><font size="2">
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">Or again:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Ce que j'ai voulu pour eux, avec<b> </b> Ta volonte, aux moments ou j'ai pu Stre en communion veritable avec Toi, permets qu'ils I'aient recu
en ce jour ou, tachant d'oublier les contingences exterieures, Us se
sont tournes vers les pensee la plus noble, vers les sentiment Ie
meilleur. Que la supreme serenite de<b> </b> Ta sublime Presence s'eveille en
eux.<sup>1</sup></i> </font>
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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But the Mother is not merely a representative, she has
become all men, the entire humanity itself. She has identified
herself with each person in her being and consciousness, she
is one with all, all are merged in her. Her voice utters the cry
of the human collectivity. Mother's <i>Prayers and Meditations</i>are the prayers and meditations of man. Thus again:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Arial Narrow">-</font><font face="Times New Roman"> .. <i>il m'a semble que j'adoptais tous les habitants de ce bateau, que
je les enveloppais tous dans un egal amour, et qu'ainsi en chacun
d'eux quelque chose de Ta conscience s'eveillerait.<sup>2</sup></i><sup> </sup></font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She has so clearly and unequivocally expressed her oneness
with all men. She mentions specially the miserable, the poor
and afflicted mankind:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Lorsque j'etais enfant—vers I'age de treize ans et pendant un
an environ—tous les soirs des que j'etais couchee, il me semblait que
je sortais de mon corps et que je m'elevais tout droit au-dessus de la</i> <i>Hudson, puis de la ville, tres haut. Je me voyais alors vetue d'ung
magnifique robe doree, plus longue que moi; et a mesure que je</i> </font>
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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">egoism; and ardently, in a great aspiration for them I asked for the plenary light
of Thy Peace. I next thought of all those whom we know, of all those whom we
do not know, of all the life that is working itself out, of all that has changed its
form and all that is not yet in form, and for all that, and also for all of which
I cannot think, for all that is present to my memory and for all that I forget, in a
great ingathering and mute adoration, I implored Thy Peace.</font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What I willed for them, with Thy will, at the moments when I could be in a
true communion with Thee, grant that they may have received it on the day
when, striving to forget external contingencies, they turned towards their noblest
thought, towards their best feelings.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">May the supreme serenity of Thy sublime Presence awake in them.</font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2 ..&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it seemed to me that I adopted all the inhabitants of this ship, and enveloped
them in an equal love, and that so in each one of them, something of Thy con-<br>
sciousness would awake.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>montais, cette robe s'allongeait en s'etendant circulairement autour
de moi pour former comme un toit immense au-dessus de la ville.
Alors je voyais de tous cotes sortir des hommes, des femmes, des<b> 
</b>enfants, des vieillards, des malades, des malheureux; ils s'assemblaient
sous la robe etendue, implorant secours, racontant leurs mis'eres, leurs
souffrances, leurs peines. En reponse, la robe, souple et vivante,
s'allongeait vers eux individuellement, et des qu'ils l'avaient touches,
ils etaient consoles ou gueris, et rentraient dans leurs corps plus
heureux et plus forts qu'avant d'en etre sortis.<sup>1</sup></i><sup> </sup></font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But her being and consciousness are not limited to mankind
alone. She has identified herself with even material objects,
with all the small insignificant physical things which our
earthly existence deals with. This is how she takes leave of the
house where she had lived, and the things it had sheltered, on
the eve of a long journey:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Je les remercie avec reconnaissance de tout Ie charme qu'ils ont
su donner exterieurement a notre vie; je souhaite que, s'il est dans
leur destines de passer pour plus ou moins longtemps en d'autres mains
que les notres, ces mains leur soient douces et sachant tout Ie respect
que I'on doit a ce que Ton divin Amour, Seigneur, a fait surgir
de l'obscure inconscience du chaos.<sup>2</sup></i> </font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It is to be noted how even a material object is taken up,
purified and transformed almost into a living being by the
Mother's loving touch.</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The same feeling of unity and oneness extends to the dumb</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When I was a child—about the age of thirteen and for about a year—every
night as soon as I was in bed, it seemed to me that I came out of my body and rose
straight up above the house, then above the town, very high. I saw myself then,
clad in a magnificent golden robe, longer than myself; and as I rose, that robe
lengthened, spreading in a circle around me to form, as it were, an immense roof
over the town. Then I would see coming out from all sides, men, women, children,
the old, the sick, the unhappy; they gathered under the outspread robe, imploring
help, recounting their miseries, their sufferings, their pains. In reply, the robe,
supple and living, stretched out to them individually, and as soon as they touched
it, they were consoled or healed, and entered back into their body happier and
stronger than they had ever been before coming out of it.</font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I thank them with gratitude for all the charm they have<b> </b> been able to impart<b> 
</b> from the outside to our life; I wish, if they are destined<b> </b> to pass for a long or a<br>
brief period into other hands than ours, that these hands may<b> 
</b>be gentle to them and<b> 
</b>may feel all the respect that is due to what Thy divine<b> 
</b>Love, 0 Lord, has made to<b> 
</b>emerge from the dark inconscience of chaos. (3.3.1914)</font><font size="2">
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">plant world also. It is oneness not partial or vague but total and
absolute:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Une grande concentration s'est emparee de moi et je me suis
apercue que je m'identifiais avec une fleur de cerisier; puis a tracers
cette fleur avec toutes les fleurs de cerisier; puis descendant plus
profondement dans la conscience, en suivant un courant de force
bleutee, je devins tout a coup Ie cerisier lui-meme, dressant vers Ie
del, comme autant de bras, ses innombrables branches chargees de
leur offrande fleurie. J'entendis alors distinctement la phrase
suivante:</i> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Ainsi tu t'es unie a I'ame des cerisiers et tu as pu de la sorte
constater que c'est Ie Divin qui fait au ciel I'offrande de cette pri'ere
de fleurs.&quot; Lorsque je I'eus ecrit, tout s'effaca; mais maintenant
Ie sang du cerisier coule dans mes veines, et avec lui une paix et une
force incomparables; quelle difference y a-t-il entre Ie corps humain
et Ie corps d'un arbre? Aucune vraiment, et la conscience qui les
anime est bien identiquement la meme.<sup>1</sup></i><sup> </sup></font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Indeed the Mother's voice is the voice of all men, all creatures, all beings, all things. She stands for the entire earth, not
only so, she is the Earth itself; the total terrestrial being is
embodied in her, earth's aspiration, and pain and yearning
find utterance in her.</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Le monde douloureux s'est agenouille devant Toi, Seigneur, en
muette supplication la matiere torturee se blottit a Tes pieds, son
dernier, son unique refuge; et en T'implorant ainsi, elle T'adore,
Toi qu'elle ne connait ni ne comprend! Sa priere s'eleve comme le
cri d'un agonisant; ce qui disparait sent confusement la possibility</i> </font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A deep concentration seized on me, and I perceived that I was identifying
myself with a single cherry-blossom, then through it with all cherry-blossoms, and
as I descended deeper in the consciousness, following a stream of bluish force, I
became suddenly the cherry-tree itself, stretching towards the sky like so many
arms its innumerable branches laden with their sacrifice of flowers. Then I
heard distinctly this sentence:</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Thus hast thou made thyself one with the soul of cherry-trees and so thou canst
take note that it is the Divine who makes the offering of this flower-prayer to
heaven.&quot;</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When I had written it, all was effaced; but now the blood of the cherry-tree
flows in my veins and with it flows an incomparable peace and force. What
difference is there between the human body and the body of a tree? In truth there
is none, the consciousness which animates them is identically the same.</font><font size="2">
</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman"><i>de revivre en Toi; la terre attend Ton arret dans me grandiose
prosternation</i>..<sup>1</sup></font><sup> </sup>
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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is the second status of the Mother's being, the first is the
personal and individual, the second is this collective and universal being. But she is not merely the universe, she is the
Mother of the universe. Hers is not merely earth's prayer, but
the prayer of the Mother of the earth. It is not merely the
prayer of the universe but the prayer of the Universal Mother
to the Supreme Lord for the deliverance of the universe, for
the re-creation of the earth—indeed, for the deliverance of
herself for the r-e-creation of herself out of the present ignorant
manifestation:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>0 Mere, douce Mere que je suis, Tu es a la fois ce qui detruit</i></font>&nbsp;
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>et ce qui erige.</i></font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>L'univers entier vit dans Ton sein de sa vie innombrable et<b> 
</b>Tu<b> 
</b>vis dans Ie moindre de ses atomes immensement.</i></font>&nbsp;

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Et l'aspiration de Ton infinitude se tourne vers Cela 
qui nest point
manifesto, afin d'implorer toujours une plus complete et plus parfaite<br>
mainifestation.&quot;<sup>2</sup></i></font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">Or again:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Je suis les bras puissants de Ta misericorde. Je suis la vaste
poitrine de Ton amour sans limites. .Les bras ont enveloppe la
terre douloureuse et la pressent tendrement sur Ie coeur genereux;</i></font>

<font face="Times New Roman"><i>et lentement un baiser de supreme benediction est pose sur cet atome
en conflit: Ie baiser de la Mere qui console et guerit.</i> .<sup>3</sup></font><sup>
</sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This sorrowful world kneels before Thee, 0 Lord, in mute supplication; this
tortured Matter nestles at thy feet, its last, its sole refuge; and so imploring Thee,
it adores Thee, Thee whom it neither knows nor understands! Its prayer rises
like the cry of one in a last agony; that which is disappearing feels confusedly the
possibility of living again in Thee; the earth awaits Thy decree in a grandiose
prostration.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mother, sweet Mother, who I am. Thou art at once the destroyer and the
builder.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The whole universe lives in Thy breast with all its life innumerable and Thou
livest in Thy immensity in the least of its atoms.</font><font size="2"> </font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And the aspiration of Thy infinitude turns towards That which is not manifested
to cry to it for a manifestation ever more complete and more perfect.</font><font size="2">
</font>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am Thy puissant arms of mercy. I am the vast bosom of Thy limitless love..
The arms have enfolded the sorrowful earth and tenderly press it to the generous<br>
heart; slowly a kiss of supreme benediction settles on this atom in conflict: the kiss
of the Mother that consoles and heals.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">And once more:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Toute la terre est dans nos bras comme un enfant malade
qu''il faut guerir et pour lequel on a, a cause meme de sa faiblesse,
une tendresse toute speciale.<sup>1</sup></i></font><sup> </sup>

<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The triple status of the Mother, the individual, the collective
and the transcendental (or, in other words, the personal, the
universal and the supra-personal) has been condensed and
epitomised in the magical note describing her first meeting with
the Lord:</font>

		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>Peu imports qu''il y ait milliers d'etres plonges dans la plus
epaisse ignorance, Celui que nous avons vu hier est sur terre; sa
presence suffit a prouver qu'un jour viendra ou l'ombre sera transformee en lumiere, et 
ou effectivement, Ton regne sera instaure sur</i></font>

<font face="Times New Roman"><i>la terre.<sup>2</sup></i></font><sup> </sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And the reality that Their manifestation upon earth has
to establish, the supreme. achievement of Their terrestrial
existence is chanted, as it were, in these wonderfully mystic-
Sibylline-lines:</font>

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&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
<font face="Times New Roman"><i>La mort a passe vaste et solennelle et tout s'est tu religieusement
durant son passage. Une beaute surhumaine a paru sur la terre.<br>
Quelque chose de plus merveilleux que la plus merveilleuse felicite fait
pressentir sa Presence.<sup>3</sup></i></font><sup>&nbsp;

</sup>
		<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0" align="justify">
&nbsp;<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<b>
<font face="Arial">(3)</font>

		</b>

		<p align=center style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have spoken of the triple status, the three levels of her
ascending reality, these are in view of her manifestation of'</font>

		<p align=justify style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0">
&nbsp;<p style="line-height: 150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; text-indent:25px" align="justify">
<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">1&nbsp;&nbsp; All the earth is in our arms like a sick child who must<b> </b> be cured and for whom
one has a special affection because of his very weakness.</font><font size="2">
</font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">2&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It matters not if there are hundreds of beings plunged in the densest ignorance.
He whom we saw yesterday, is here on earth; His presence is enough to prove that
a day shall come when darkness shall be transformed into light, when Thy reign
shall be indeed established upon earth.</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">3&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Death has passed, vast and solemn, and all fell into a religious silence during
its passage.</font><font size="2"> </font>

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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A superhuman beauty has appeared on the earth.</font><font size="2">
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<font size="2" face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Something<b> 
</b>more marvellous than the most marvellous bliss has made felt the<b> 
</b>impress of its<b> </b>Presence.</font><font size="2"> </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman">world-labour. There is however, yet another status beyond—beyond the beyond—it is the relation between the Supreme
Lord and the Divine Mother in itself apart from their work
it heir purpose in manifestation, it is their own 'Lila' between
themselves, exclusively their own. The delight of this exclusively
personal play behind and beyond the creation sheds a secret
aroma in and through all this existence here and it is also the
source of the hidden magic that these utterances of the <i>Prayers
and Meditations</i> contain, it is to this status surpassing all
wonder that Sri Aurobindo refers so wistfully and so sweetly in
those famous opening lines, in &quot;A God's Labour':<sup>1</sup></font><sup>
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have gathered my dreams in a silver air</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Between the gold and the blue
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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And wrapped them softly and left them there</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My jewelled dreams of you.</font>

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<font face="Times New Roman">The delight of delights, the purest delight that exists up there
in its self-sufficiency overflows, spills as it were, and a drop of
that nectar of immortality is what constitutes these universes
here below. </font>
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<font face="Times New Roman"><i><font size="2">1</font></i><font size="2"> Sri Aurobindo: <i>Collected Pawns and Plays</i></font></font><font size="2">
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