For there is, concealed behind individual love, obscured by its ignorant human figure, a mystery which the mind cannot seize, the mystery of the body of the Divine, the secret of a mystic form of the Infinite which we can approach only through the ecstasy of the heart and the passion of the pure and sublimated sense,
and its attraction which is the call of the divine Flute-player, the mastering compulsion of the All-Beautiful, can only be seized and seize us through an occult love and yearning which in the end makes one the Form and the Formless, and identifies Spirit and Matter.
It is that which the spirit in Love is seeking here in the darkness of the Ignorance and it is that which it finds when individual human love is changed into the love of the Immanent Divine incarnate in the material universe.
(Sri Aurobindo, The Synthesis of Yoga, CWSA, vol. 23, p. 160)
[T]he manifestation of Love … is the supreme Ananda.
Sri Aurobindo also said it:
Beyond Being and Non-being there is something which is, which manifests as supreme Love, and which is at once Being and Non-being.
And the first manifestation of That is the Ananda of identity—essentially it is the identity becoming aware of itself in Ananda,
and then, it makes the full circuit through the whole manifestation and all the forms taken by Love, and returns to the Oneness through union.
And this adds to that Ananda, the Ananda of union, which would never have existed if the circuit had not been made.
(The Mother, Collected Works, vol. 9, p. 225)
If, looking into somebody’s eyes, you can spontaneously see the divine Presence there, the worst movements vanish, the worst obstacles disappear; and the flame of an infinite joy awakes,
sometimes in the other person as well as in oneself.
If in the other person there is the least possibility or just a tiny rift in his ill-will, the flame shines forth.
This consciousness has the capacity of changing everything into a perpetual ecstasy, for instead of seeing things in their discordant appearance, one now sees only the divine Presence, the divine Will and the Grace everywhere;
and every event, every element, every circumstance, every form changes into a way, a detail through which one can draw more intimately and profoundly closer to the Divine.
Discordances disappear, ugliness vanishes; there is now only the splendour of the divine Presence in a Love shining in all things.
It is obvious that from a practical point of view one must be able to remain at a constant and unshakable height in order to be in that state without exposing oneself to fairly troublesome consequences.
(The Mother, Collected Works, vol. 3, pp. 222-23)
As so he grew into his larger self,
Humanity framed his movements less and less;
A greater being saw a greater world.
The gifts of the spirit crowding came to him;
They were his life’s pattern and his privilege.
(Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, p. 27)
In these new worlds projected he became
A portion of the universal gaze,
A station of the all-inhabiting light,
A ripple on a single sea of peace.
(Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, p. 325)
He felt the footsteps of a million wills
Moving in unison to a single goal.
… Attuning to one Truth their own right rule
Each housed the gladness of a bright degree,
Alone in beauty, perfect in self-kind,
An image cast by one deep truth’s absolute,
Married to all in happy difference.
Each gave its powers to help its neighbours’ parts,
But suffered no diminution by the gift;
Profiteers of a mystic interchange,
They grew by what they took and what they gave,
All others they felt as their own complements,
One in the might and joy of multitude.
(Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, pp. 325 – 326)
Even in the poise where Oneness draws apart
To feel the rapture of its separate selves,
The Sole in its solitude yearned towards the All
And the Many turned to look back at the One.
These hues were the very prism of the Supreme,
His beauty, power, delight creation’s cause
A vast Truth-Consciousness took up these signs
To pass them on to some divine child Heart
That looked on them with laughter and delight
And joyed in these transcendent images
Living and real as the truths they house.
(Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, p. 326)
All here self-lost had there its divine place.
The Powers that here betray our hearts and err,
Were there sovereign in truth, perfect in joy,
Masters in a creation without flaw,
Possessors of their own infinitude.
Imagination’s great ensorcelling rod
Summoned the unknown and gave to it a home,
Outspread luxuriantly in golden air
Truth’s iris-coloured wings of fantasy,
Or sang to the intuitive heart of joy
Wonder’s dream-notes that bring the Real close.
(Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, p. 327)
There was no gulf between the thought and fact,
Ever they replied like bird to calling bird;
The will obeyed the thought, the act the will.
There was a harmony woven twixt soul and soul.
A marriage with eternity divinised Time.
(Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, p. 327)