An old favourite, check out this evolutionary 'sermon' designed to kick your small butts across the kosmos!

Tossing the application forms on the floor, throwing the duster over left shoulder (ok, that's a fabrication!), kicking shoes across the carpet, throwing thick unnecessary woollen cardigan into the wind, making a ball out of socks and throwing it like a baseball player down the hall way. Let's
get this ten minute distraction underway!

Thank you

No link working I am afraid, but if you are motivated to read Sri Aurobindo's Savitri - don't be shy of the good old fashioned artifact: cut and paste

Savitri : http://savitribysriaurobindo.com/savitri_toc.htm

Coming from noon-day rest on Vulture's Peak,
I saw an elephant, his bathing done,
Forth from the river issue. And a man,
Taking his goad, bade the great creature stretch
His foot: 'Give me thy foot.' The elephant
Obeyed, and to his neck the driver sprang.
I saw the untamed tamed, I saw him bent
To his master's will: and marking inwardly
I passed into the forest depths, and there
I' faith I trained and ordered all my heart.

                                                 Theragatha, Psalm 32, Paili Canon

Returning to an old favorite. This is one of those beautiful devotional songs that really has the ability to kick in.
The verses I've bolded are supersonic! If you're not feeling that, your doing something wrong! Enjoy ................................

Mere Guru Dev
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Mere Gurudev, charanon par sumana shraddha ke arpita hai
Tere hee dena hai jo hai. Wahi tujha ko samarapita hai

My Gurudev I offer these flowers of my faith at your feet
Whatever I have, you have given to me, and I dedicate it all to you.

Na priti hai pratiti hai, na hi puja ki shakti hai
Meraa yaha man, meraa yaha tan, meraa kan kan samarapita hai

I have no love, nor do I know you. I don't even have the strength to worship you, But this mind of mine, this body of mine, my every atom is dedicated to you.

Tuma hee ho bhaava men mere, vicharon mein, pukaron mein.
Banaale yantra ab mujhko mere saravatra samarapita hai

You are the only one in my heart and my thoughts.
You are the one who I call out to.
Now Make me your instrument - all I am I offer to you.

Compassionate Friend

 

Oh dear compassionate friend!

Who has lifted me over the rocks and mountains of my own making

Who ever present in trust

Banished lesser captives

Unlocked, freeing even the most dangerous of specters

Went forth

Let beasts out of the cage

With gentle hands

Crafted them, unfinished out of clay

Teasing them from nothing into something

 

You left diamonds dancing in the eyes

And waves that wanted to destroy

To crash and take

Whole villages where left barren & departed

 

To thrive, they had to go elsewhere

There was nothing left to live off

 

A journey was begun

But without you

Stillness would have become

A lifeless pond

A cesspit         

A gutter

The unwanted birth of bitter twins

Decay and demise

 

From Aspiration - Yoga in Everyday Life Booklet Series (Sri Aurobindo Ashram Trust)
Excerpts from Sri Aurobindo.
''There are two powers that alone can effect in their conjunction the great difficult
thing which is the aim of our endeavour, a fixed and unfailing aspiration that calls from below and a supreme Grace from above that answers...

There must be a total and sincere surrender; there must be an exclusive self-opening to the divine Power; there must be a constant and integral rejection of the falsehood of the mental, vital and physical Powers and Appearances that still rule the earth-nature...

If behind your devotion and surrender you make a cover for your desires, egoistic demands and vital insistences, if you put these things in place of the true aspiration or mix them with it and try to impose them on the Divine Shakti, then it is idle to invoke the divine Grace to transform you.

If you open yourself on the one side or in one part to the Truth and on another side are constantly opening the gates to hostile forces, it is vain to expect that the divine Grace will abide with. You must keep the temple clean if you wish to instal there the living presence...

If you call for the Truth and yet something in you chooses what is false, ignorant and undivine or even simply is unwilling to reject it altogether, then always you will be open to attack and the Grace will recede from you. Detect first what is false or obscure in you and persistently reject it, then alone can you rightly call for the divine Power to transform you.

Do not imagine that truth and falsehood, light and darkness, surrender and selfishness can be allowed to dwell together in the house consecrated to the Divine. The transformation must be integral, and integral therefore the rejection of all that withstands it.''

I find Sri Aurobindo's work, when put into practice - and it is designed to be practical first and foremost - seriously challenging and unceasingly inspirational.
It's interesting to also give his words your highest translation, from wherever that is drawn from in your own path. Aurobindo is both the icing and the cake, and from which pure nectar is even further drawn when further exemplified from the wonderful lenses of philosophical & evolutionary geniuses such as Ken Wilber & the Andrew Cohen who have draw profoundly from his work. Meshed together, as clear as daylight, I say this is the stuff that extremely evolved integrity is born of.

Deep bows to the catalysts who dare to speak sense, truth. wisdom, and who keep pushing the language and understanding of uncharted territories. XxxXXXxXXXXXXXXXXXxxXXXxxXx

Beautiful.

Shedding until I reach point Z E R O !

In homage to the extremely profound art of simplifying.

Simplicity

Once

God was a rain drop

A mouth full of honey

Stolen from the hands & hives of productive bees

But the diamond was ripped from my chest

One evening when I wasn't looking

And replaced by the smell of earth

An uninvited guest

All is borrowed

The paradox of a charity shop ashtray

The rubble of war

Stained carpets

Ice-skating on velour

I cannot cook

I blame Krishna for my combinations and laziness

It was he that taught me the depressing art of the samosa

Dry and bland

So as not to distract onlookers from his colorful pantomime within

A spectacle that could make even a Peacock blush

Deities gave birth to comets of my bullshit

And kept me sitting in the perimeters of this fence

This cold defense

But there is no rewind nor is there regret

Just speckles of grayness and postmodern subjugation

Brown clothing and concrete

Faint memories of days

Drunk on the relentlessness of discontent

Lungs have collapsed before my very own eyes

And it is me who has missed the last rites of the dying at the dead of night

And my beloved who took my place

Unfamiliar hospital priests

Shuffling down corridors laced with pity

Filling hearts with gods remedy for the unknown

Journey that doth await him

This is a modern day retreat

A pilgrimage & vacation from the soul

Beating it with a stick

Trying to make it better

All Remedies failing

A net of wonder hangs over me

In it is gold

Nothing is what I strived for

Delusion was like soft perfumed soap & steaming water

On a cold mountain morning at the foot of Sagarmatha

The biggest luxury I have ever known

But they are tears of joy that fall out of the eyes of simplicity