CWSA: COLLECTED WORKS OF SRI AUROBINDO
01 - EarlyCulturalWritings
02 - Collected Poems
03-04 - Collected Plays And Stories
05 - Translations
06-07 - BandeMataram
08 - Karmayogin
10-11 - Record of Yoga
12 - Essays Divine And Human
13 - Essays In Philosophy And Yoga
15 - The Secret Of The Veda
16 - Hymns to the Mystic Fire
17 - Isha Upanishad
18 - Kena and Other Upanisads
19 - Essays On The Gita
20 - TheRenaissance In India
21-22 - The Life Divine
23-24 - The Synthesis Of Yoga
25 - The Human Cycle
26 - The Future Poetry
27 - Letters On Poetry And Art
28 - Letters On Yoga I
29 - Letters On Yoga II
30 - Letters On Yoga III
31 - Letters On Yoga IV
32 - The Mother With Letters On The Mother
33-34 - Savitri
35 - Letters On Himself And The Ashram
36 - AutobiographicalNotes
4 Sri Aurobindo
1 \“… we must not only cut asunder the snare of the mind and the senses
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9 Sri Aurobindo
1:The Psychic’s Choice at the Time of DeathThe psychic being at the time of death chooses what it will work out in the next birth and determines the character and conditions of the new personality. Life is for the evolutionary growth by experience in the conditions of the Ignorance till one is ready for the higher light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, 532.html">CWSA.html">532 ,
2:Offer, first, all your actions as a sacrifice to the Highest and the One in you and to the Highest and the One in the world; ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 19) ,
3:There is only one aim to be followed, the increase of the Peace, Light, Power and the growth of a new consciousness in the being. ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 23) ,
4:The very basis of this Yoga is bhakti and if one kills one's emotional being there can be no bhakti. So there can be no possibility of emotion being excluded from the Yoga. ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 29) ,
5:\“… we must not only cut asunder the snare of the mind and the senses, but flee also beyond the snare of the thinker, the snare of the theologian and the church-builder, the meshes of the Word and the bondage of the Idea\” [[p. 330](/cwsa/23/renunciation ~ \“… we must not only cut asunder the snare of the mind and the senses, but flee also beyond the snare of the thinker the snare of the theologian and the church-builder,
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1:Light, endless Light! darkness has room no more... ~ Sri Aurobindo, cwsa, 2:618,
2:Most sensitiveness is the result or sign of ego. ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 31:211),
3:The final demand of the Bhakta is simply that his bhakti may never cease or diminish. ~ Sri Aurobindo, cwsa, 24, 569,
4:Offer, first, all your actions as a sacrifice to the Highest and the One in you and to the Highest and the One in the world; ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 19),
5:There is only one aim to be followed, the increase of the Peace, Light, Power and the growth of a new consciousness in the being. ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 23),
6:To quiet your mind means to stop thinking about the things that disturb you and let the peace and power manifest themselves and work. ~ Sri Aurobindo, CWSA, 31.#SriAurobindo
7:The very basis of this Yoga is bhakti and if one kills one's emotional being there can be no bhakti. So there can be no possibility of emotion being excluded from the Yoga. ~ Sri Aurobindo, (CWSA 29),
8:\“… we must not only cut asunder the snare of the mind and the senses, but flee also beyond the snare of the thinker, the snare of the theologian and the church-builder, the meshes of the Word and the bondage of the Idea\” [[p. 330](/cwsa/23/renunciation# ~ Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Himself and the Ashram, Passages from The Synthesis of Yoga,
9:The Psychic’s Choice at the Time of Death
The psychic being at the time of death chooses what it will work out in the next birth and determines the character and conditions of the new personality. Life is for the evolutionary growth by experience in the conditions of the Ignorance till one is ready for the higher light. ~ Sri Aurobindo, CWSA 28:532,
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The Birth of Sin
What mighty and ineffable desire
Impels thee, Sirioth? Thy accustomed calm
Is potently subverted and the eyes
That were a god's in sweet tranquillity,
Confess a human warmth, a troubled glow.
Lucifer, son of Morning, Angel! thou
Art mightiest of the architects of fate.
To thee is given with thy magic gaze
Compelling mortals as thou leanst sublime
From heaven's lucent walls, to sway the world.
Is thy felicity of lesser date,
Prince of the patient and untiring gods,
The gods who work? Dost thou not ever feel
Angelic weariness usurp the place
Where the great flame and the august desire
Were wont to urge thee on? To me it seems
That our eternity is far too long
For service and there is a word, a thought,
Sirioth, I will speak the word.
Is it not Power?
No, Lucifer, 'tis Love.
Love? It was love that for a trillion years
Gave me the instinct and immense demand
For service, for activity. It fades.
Another and more giant passion comes
Striding upon me. I behold the world
Immeasurably vast, I see the heavens
Full of an azure joy and majesty,
I see the teeming millions of the stars.
Sirioth, how came the Master of the world
To be the master? Did He seize control
Pushing some ancient weaker sovereign down
From sway immemorable? Did He come
By peaceful ways, permission or inheritance,
To what He is today? Or if indeed
He is for ever and for ever rules,
Are there no bounds to His immense domain,
No obscure corner of unbounded space
Forgotten by His fate, that I may seize
And make myself an empire as august,
Enjoy a like eternity of rule?
Angel, these thoughts are mighty as thyself.
But wilt thou then rebel? If He be great
To conquer and to punish, what of thee?
Eternity of dreadful poignant pain
May be thy fate and not eternal rule.
Better than still to serve desirelessly,
Pursued by a compulsion dull and fierce,
Looking through all vast time for one brief hour
Of rest, of respite, but instead to find
Iron necessity and pant in vain
For space, for room, for freedom.
Sirioth, I do not yet intend; I feel.
For me the sense of active force within
Set me to work, as the stars move, the sun
Resistless flames through space, the stormwind runs.
But I have felt a touch as sweet as spring,
And I have heard a music of delight
Maddening the heart with the sweet honied stabs
Of delicate intolerable joy.
Where, where is One to feel the answering bliss?
Lucifer, thou from love beganst thy toil.
Desire august to help, to serve.
That is not mine. To embrace, to melt and mix
Two beings into one, to roll the spirit
Tumbling into a surge of common joy, -
'Tis this I seek.
Will He permit?
I feel, a prohibition. Someone used
A word I could not grasp and called it sin.
The word is new, even as these things are.
I know not who he was. He laughed and said,
"Sin, sin is born into the world, revolt
And change, in Sirioth and in Lucifer,
The evening and the morning star. Rejoice,
O world!" And I beheld as in a dream
Leaping from out thy brain and into mine
A woman beautiful, of grandiose mien,
Yet terrible, alarming and instinct
With nameless menace. And the world was full
With clashing and with cries. It seemed to me
Angels and Gods and men strove violently
To touch her robe, to occupy the place
Her beautiful and ominous feet had trod,
Crying, "Daughter of Lucifer, be ours,
O sweet, adorable and mighty Sin!"
Therefore I came to thee.
Her birth, if she must be. For this I know,
Necessity rules all the infinite world,
And even He perhaps submits unknown
To a compulsion. When the time is ripe,
We will consult once more what we shall do.
~ Sri Aurobindo, - The Birth of Sin
1 Integral Yoga
2.05_-_On_Poetry, #Evening Talks With Sri Aurobindo, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
(Both quoted in "The Advent and Progress of the Spiritual Age", Chapter 24, The Human Cycle, SABCL, Vol. 15, p. 253. See also The Future Poetry, cwsa Vol. 26, p. 222.")