Moments Winging By...|Feb 8, 2008 8:08 AM| by:

Leaping into the Future

What a lovely month…! A leap year for most, an occasion to celebrate for some. Not just those who celebrate their birthdays once in four years but for all who believe that the 29th of February is a symbol and harbinger of the most glorious future that is yet to come. The potential for growth in humanity is so limitless on the one hand, and on the other, one knows that a point will arrive when the boat in the sea will merge with the horizon, setting the sky and water aflame.

A few shall see what none yet understands;
God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep;
For man shall not know the coming till its hour
And belief shall be not till the work is done.*

The Supramental Manifestation is a reality regardless of what we believe in – it exists despite us. And for those who want to be out there in the boat at its magical moment, there is only the wide expanse of the beautiful universe and its immense possibilities, one more exciting than the next, that needs to be crossed – not charting across unknown and dangerous water but letting each wave, big and small, carry us nearer to our destination.

Undoubtedly our doubts assail us – not the disbelief in such a future, but in our own capacity and capability to arrive at it. At such times, it is best to lean with all our might on the Vast Shoulders that will carry us from the heavy darkness that hangs around us to the warmth of the sunlight within…

When darkness deepens strangling the earth’s breast
And man’s corporeal mind is the only lamp,
As a thief’s in the night shall be the covert tread
Of one who steps unseen into his house.
A Voice ill-heard shall speak, the soul obey,
A Power into mind’s inner chamber steal,
A charm and sweetness open life’s closed doors
And beauty conquer the resisting world,
The Truth-Light capture Nature by surprise,
A stealth of God compel the heart to bliss
And earth grow unexpectedly divine.
In Matter shall be lit the spirit’s glow,
In body and body kindled the sacred birth;
Night shall awake to the anthem of the stars,
The days become a happy pilgrim march,
Our will a force of the Eternal’s power,
And thought the rays of a spiritual sun.**

(*/** – Savitri by Sri Aurobindo)