Relaxation without alert
To inertia, laxity invitation
Obscurity in conditions
Forces such! Open forum!
Relaxation with vigilant
Willful reposed status
Aware inner-outer actions
Trust faith combination!
Relaxation in surrender
Active powerful atmosphere
Perfect progressive nonduel
'Morli', In Divine restful union!
Thank you...
THE minute one stops going forward, one falls back. The moment one is satisfied and no longer aspires, one begins to die. Life is movement, it is effort, it is a march forward, the scaling of a mountain, the climb towards new revelations, towards future realisations. Nothing is more dangerous than wanting to rest. It is in action, in effort, in the march forward that repose must be found, the true repose of complete trust in the divine Grace, of the absence of desires, of victory over egoism.
True repose comes from the widening, the universalisation of the consciousness. Become as vast as the world and you will always be at rest. In the thick of action, in the very midst of the battle, the effort, you will know the repose of infinity and eternity.
It is possible that you may not obtain an immediate result, but persevere.
True repose comes from the widening, the universalisation of the consciousness. Become as vast as the world and you will always be at rest. In the thick of action, in the very midst of the battle, the effort, you will know the repose of infinity and eternity.
It is possible that you may not obtain an immediate result, but persevere.
The rest must be an ascent into the Light, into perfect Peace, total Silence, a rest which rises up out of the darkness. Then it is true rest, a rest which is an ascent. The Mother
Flower Name: Clerodendrum ugandense
Butterfly bush
Significance: Repose
Opens out in calm relaxation. The true repose is that of perfect surrender to the Divine.
Out of her daedal lines he sought escape;
But neither gate of horn nor ivory
He found nor postern of spiritual sight,
There was no issue from that dreamlike space.
Our being must move eternally through Time;
Death helps us not, vain is the hope to cease;
A secret Will compels us to endure.
Our life's repose is in the Infinite;
It cannot end, its end is Life supreme.
But neither gate of horn nor ivory
He found nor postern of spiritual sight,
There was no issue from that dreamlike space.
Our being must move eternally through Time;
Death helps us not, vain is the hope to cease;
A secret Will compels us to endure.
Our life's repose is in the Infinite;
It cannot end, its end is Life supreme.
Savitri
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
CANTO VI: The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life 197
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