The Light In Chartres- Children Of Light

9 minutes long, the Secret of the Light, Chartres Cathedral , France.

You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.
(Matthew 5:14, The Message)”



Lamp Of Love

– by Rabindranath Tagore

Light, oh where is the light?
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!

There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame—-is such thy fate, my heart?
Ah, death were better by far for thee!

Misery knocks at thy door,
and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,
and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.

The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.
I know not what this is that stirs in me—-I know not its meaning.

A moment’s flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,
and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.

Light, oh where is the light!
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.
The night is black as a black stone.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark.
Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.




Photograph Source: Chartres FB. Page. with thanks…

The Sacred Geometry Of Chartres..




Unending Love, A Poem by R. Tagore, Inspirational Quotations

Just another beautiful poem from R.Tagore. 🙂 Here again he reminds us that life is eternal, that life is a journey through love and pain, from lifetime to lifetime.

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain, It’s ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever. ~Rabindranath Tagore

From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radice

The Soul – Inspirational Quotations

Beautiful Reflections

“The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which once realized makes all movements full of meaning and joy. But if we detach its movements from that ultimate idea, if we do not see the infinite rest and only see the infinite.”

– Rabindranath Tagore

The soul loves to meditate, for in contact with the Spirit lies its greatest joy. If, then you experience mental resistance during meditation, remember that reluctance to meditate comes from the ego; it doesn’t belong to the soul.

– Sri Yogananda

  Reincarnation is the progress of soul through many lives on th earth plane, as through so many grades in a school, before it, “graduates” to the immortal perfection of oneness with God. Souls that are living in an imperfect state (unaware of their divine identity with Spirit) do not, upon the death of the physical body, automatically enter a state of God-realization. We are made in the image of God, but by identification with the physical body, we have put on its imperfections and limitations. Until this imperfect human consciousness of mortality is removed, we cannot become gods again.

-Sri Yogananda – Man’s Eternal Quest

Beautiful Reflections:

Declaration Sanathana Sarathi January 2011, Page 16

Howard Murphet asked this question to Baba : Swami, You had incarnated as Shirdi Baba, and now you are the reincarnation of that deity eight years later. Swami, where were You in that short span of eight years ?

Swami replied : I permeated the whole universe down to every single atom. There is no such thing as a single place for Me. I am the whole universe.

-Sri Sathya Sai  Baba


The Rishis speak of two souls: the real soul and the apparent
soul. The real soul is birthless, death less, immortal, and
infinite. The same real soul, under the spell of ignorance,
appears as the apparent man identified with the body, mind
and senses. This apparent man becomes, on account of his
attachment to the body, a victim of birth and death, virtue and
vice, and the other pairs of opposites.The apparent man is
bound to the world, and it is he,again, who strives for liberation.
The enjoyment of material pleasures, and the subsequent
situation and weariness; the consciousness of bondage, and
the struggle for freedom; the injunctions of the scriptures, and
the practice of moral and spiritual disciplines all this refers to
the apparent man. Again, it is the apparent man who performs virtuous

or sinful deeds, goes, after death, to heaven or hell, and assumes

different bodies. But it must never be forgotten that rewards and punishments are spoken

of only with reference to the reflected, or apparent soul.

The real soul is forever free from the characteristics of the relative world.

But the real soul is always free, illumined, and perfect.
The real sun, non-dual and resplendent, shines brilliantly
in the sky, though millions of its reflections are seen to
move with the movement of the waves.

From the Mahabharata
Santi Parva, Section CCXXXVI

The Visionary – ‘Tagore,’ Inspirational Quotations

Tagore had early success as a writer in his native Bengal. With his translations of some of his poems he became rapidly known in the West. In fact his fame attained a luminous height, taking him across continents on lecture tours and tours of friendship. For the world he became the voice of India’s spiritual heritage; and for India, especially for Bengal, he became a great living institution.

“All men have poetry in their hearts, and it is necessary for them, as much as possible, to express their feelings. For this they must have a medium, moving and pliant, which can refreshingly become their own, age after age. All great languages undergo change. Those languages which resist the spirit of change are doomed and will never produce great harvests of thought and literature. When forms become fixed, the spirit either weakly accepts its imprisonment or rebels. All revolutions consists of the “within” fighting against invasion from “without”… All great human movements are related to some great idea.”

-Rabindranth Tagore