Monday, January 16, 2006

Because Thou art

Because Thou art All-beauty and All-bliss,
My soul blind and enamoured yearns for Thee;
It bears Thy mystic touch in all that is
And thrills with the burden of that ecstasy.
Sri Aurobindo
posted by Parvati Friday, January 13, 2006at 8:55 PM
I'm currently reading (or I recently read)... The Secret of the Veda, by Sri Aurobindo (Sri Aurobindo was an Indian mystic/spiritual leader - The Vedas are ancient Indian sacred texts) From Deep (aka Ventilatorblues) posted by Ben Saturday, January 14, 2006 @ 10:21 PM Maryland, United States
The Image of the Oceans and the Rivers: excerpted from sri aurobindo's "The Secret of the Veda", ch. X (here sri aurobindo unties the metaphorical knots used by vamadeva, a vedic rishi and one of the many authors of the vedas, to describe enlightenment):posted by ventilatorblues Saturday, January 14, 2006at 5:20 PM
Vedic creationism in America by MEERA NANDA: Vedic creationists claim to derive this picture from the "Vedas", in which they include the Puranas as well, especially the Bhagvat Purana. Here it must be added that theories of spiritual or "integral" evolution have been proposed before, notably by Sri Aurobindo and Madame Blavatsky, the founder of theosophy. But the Hare Krishnas are the first to support their theory with "scientific" data - if data from psychics and UFO sightings can be called scientific.
Kolkata, a city of poets like Tagore, Aurobindo and Chaterjee, has also made our friend a poet. posted by unsravi Saturday, January 14, 2006 @ 9:49 PM
Translations from Bengali (Vaishnava Devotional Poetry - Horo Thacoor) By Sri Aurobindo (The soul longs for reunion with God, without whom the sweetnessesof love and life are vain.) 12:00 PM
All day and night in lonely anguish wasting
The heart’s wish to the lips unceasing comes,—
“O that I had a bird’s wings to go hasting
Where that dark wanderer roams!
I should behold the flute on loved lips resting.”
Where shall I find him, joy in his sweet kisses?
How shall I hope my love’s feet to embrace?
O void is home and vain affection’s bliss is
Without the one loved face.
Krishna who has nor home nor kindred misses.

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