“…[love] exists by itself and its movement is free and independent of the objects in which and through which it manifests. It manifests wherever it finds a possibility for manifestation, wherever there is receptivity, wherever there is some opening for it. What you call love and think of as a personal or individual thing is only your capacity to receive and manifest this universal force. But because it is universal, it is not therefore an unconscious force; it is a supremely conscious Power. Consciously it seeks for its manifestation and realisation upon earth; consciously it chooses its instruments, awakens to its vibrations those who are capable of an answer, endeavours to realise in them that which is its eternal aim, and when the instrument is not fit, drops it and turns to look for others.” (CWM, 3: 69)
I am happy to share with our readers a very special guest blog written by a friend. Dilip Kumar Roy is a small business owner, based in Thane, outside Mumbai. He is a keen student of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, and has a special love for Savitri. A fellow traveller on the Sunlit path of the Mother, over the years Dilip has often shared some of his personal writings with me, which I have found to be deeply moving. He has kindly agreed for me to share with the readers of this blog this particular piece of writing from five years back.
I asked Dilip for his permission to publish this writing now for an important reason. There can be no better time than the present to speak of love and life. With people locked inside their homes due to the pandemic and the overall sense of fear that is in the air, one big source of strength many find is in their families, their loved ones.
“Love of man, love of woman, love of things, love of thy neighbour, love of thy country, love of animals, love of humanity are all the love of God reflected in these living images. So love and grow mighty to enjoy all, to help all and to love for ever.” (Sri Aurobindo, CWSA, 12: 491)
Without further ado, I present Dilip’s remembrance of that special moment from ten years ago, when he felt that depth of love, that simplicity and eternity of love, which which we all seek in our human relationships. I have taken the liberty to add a few relevant words from some of the talks and writings of the Mother; these words I felt speak of the inner truth that Dilip’s moving remembrance expresses in a very personal way.
“At first one loves only when one is loved.
“Next, one loves spontaneously, but one wants to be loved in return.
“Then one loves even if one is not loved, but one still wants one’s love to be accepted.
“And finally, one loves purely and simply, without any other need or joy than that of loving.” (The Mother, CWM, 14: 122)
Thank you Dilip for sharing with us these beautiful and moving recollections.
Simplicity and Eternity of Love – A Remembrance
Dilip Kumar Roy
When I lost my maternal aunt, my Mashi, some ten years back, I felt a a pang of grief, an inner weeping that took a while to subside, even though outwardly I stayed almost normal. She died at 80, lived in a town some 50 kilometers outside Kolkata. I live in Mumbai, so our meetings were not frequent. But she had a simplicity of heart (barely educated people are blessed with that quality) that I found charming, magnetic, almost summoning my attention to something that has existed for thousands of years but gets lost the moment you get ‘educated’. Her gaze spoke of joy and love without any complicating intrusion of judgement; she was my last window to that Simplicity.
“One must be spontaneous in order to be divine.
One must be perfectly simple in order to be spontaneous.
One must be absolutely sincere in order to be perfectly simple.
To be absolutely sincere is not to have any division, any contradiction in one’s being.” (CWM, 8: 283)
Her death meant that a window, a way of viewing the world now stands shut to me. Only she could make me see the world that way. She didn’t teach, she didn’t instruct, her presence was enough!
I missed her funeral and visited her home several months later. While at her home, I missed nothing of the warmth and love, there was no sense of loss, the house was the same, full of joy and mirth. As if her spirit was protecting the home from any sense of loss.
All was fine, till I stepped out of their house and the sense of loss started gnawing at me. Mashi is no more!
By the time I moved past a small culvert some 200 meters away from the home, the feeling had become overwhelming. In my childhood, we had come to Mashi’s place for a vacation and she and I would walk past that culvert – it was a spot etched in my mind for over 40 years now – for me that culvert, that stream were living things that danced with life’s delights. But now lost, for Mashi is no more!
The feeling of loss tipped me over and soon I found myself silently, inwardly talking to the culvert : “You see,” I said to the culvert and the stream below, “Mashi is no more. But do you still love me? Are we still connected? Or is it all over between you and me too?”
I was in a daze or maybe a semi-trance as the culvert and the stream noiselessly, yet with all encompassing response spoke back to me, in insistent waves of peace: Joy is eternal, love is eternal, our connection is eternal, undying. Again and again we’ll meet – in different forms, in different climes. For our connection is eternal.
I walked on to the Railway Station, Kanchrapara. On the platform, as I waited for the train, I recollected the days when Mashi would come right up to the station to leave us. Across the railway line, the tall gulmohar trees stood there exactly the way they were when Mashi was there, the same overhead railway equipment, wires and columns that I used to be part of my consciousness when Mashi used to come to leave me up to the station. But Mashi was no more and there I was taking to the Gulmohar trees and the overhead wires and the steel columns : “Mashi is no more, but are we still connected? Do you still love me? Or is it all over?”
Once again – now I was no longer bothered whether I was hallucinating or whether it was all schizophrenia – the trees and the overhead equipment and the railway platform answered back to me in all-encompassing waves of joy: Love is eternal, joy is eternal. In other times and other climes and in other forms, we shall meet again and again and again, for love is eternal, life is eternal and our connection is undying.
I felt soothed, almost assured that nothing is lost. The grief had vanished.
“Let all the clouds disperse, all the attachments disappear, all the obstacles vanish, so that you can enjoy fully the peace and the joy of being here, so close to me, in the Divine’s abode.” (CWM, 13: 70)