Sri Aurobindo: The Triple Transformation
141st Birth Anniversary of Sri Aurobindo: The Supramental Riders of the Coming Time (2013 and beyond…) and the Spiritual Transformation of Earth as Envisaged by Surya-Savitri
the watiz-rider gave light to darkness
the watiz-rider was the light
the watiz-rider on light as light was the watiz-rider
9 pre-tat agni birat tat adi satya
matter is de-self gratiyu (9.9 less 1)
many (untouched -formless) gave One (the supreme-unmanifest) the form of many forms
From circle the square earned the rectangle in the hand of a point called the straight line (the sun-lit path to eternity)
Divine Mother/Symbol
I
Awake the inconscient in its primal self
The first flower, the tree
The waves that fathom the rocks
The rainbow in the skies
All conversing with a universal field of intelligence
Beyond any material logic and perception
There is a free way to connect with the Creatrix’s mind
There is a free way to connect with the truth;
Thy heart shall blossom the lotus of light
Thy sun shall harvest the lunar incantations of the Adi-Purusham
When time becomes invariable then you freeze into eternity 
A frame of dynamic static points- immobile, vast and constantly pure
Shall you not reach that everlasting shore?
Touch that light of liberty and freedom?
By shedding your bondage with the past exhausted habitual resources?
Look beyond into the future; gaze into the self-hood of imagination
Past recedes into present becomes the being of time-incarnation
Error is the mind’s cause for a greater effect awaiting
Sleep no more on the granules of ignorance
The riders are coming…
This world is the supermind’s birthplace
The peacocks are dancing in the woods; the play is yet to begin
Nestled in nature’s rhythm on every leaf and bud
Seasons resonate with tidal rivers
Speaking with Ganges, Nile, Yamuna and Mississippi
Jim Morrison: Lords and the New Creatures
Embracing every colour till you see the white light
As an open page of the first book of creation
A joyous being to behold
A fire to reside on every curve
A child to speak of love undivided
And the hope of the coming time.
II
Time the old navigator of souls
Leads us into the sea
Their dreams confront eternity
From the eternal void the sound is born
Words came from silence of that
Matsya Avatar. one of the 10 Incarnations of Vishnu who protected Manu (Adam Kadmon, the first man) and the Seven Sages at the time of the Great Flood (Deluge)
That it is unknown revealed as feelings
We are back on the shore playing the harp
Meanings reside beneath the sea
Beneath the lakes
Under monstrous mountains of etherized death
Mosaic mansions and merkabahs
Streets full of music
Gathering around a corner
Crowded dust of nothing brings rain
Rivers swallow the dead inhabitants
Dry sun pale in the womb
Knocks us down on the floor
We see through the Doors…
-Joy
