Darshan Messages 1957

Who art thou that camest
    Bearing the occult Name,
Wings of regal darkness,
    Eyes of an unborn flame?

Like the august uprising
    Of a forgotten sun
Out of the caverned midnight
    Fire-trails of wonder run.

Captured the heart renouncing
    Tautness of passion-worn strings
Allows the wide-wayed sweetness
    Of free supernal things.

Sri Aurobindo

In the eternity of becoming each Avatar is only the announcer, the forerunner of a more perfect future realisation.

The Mother

So the Light grows always. As for the shadow it is only a shadow and will disappear in the growing Light.

Sri Aurobindo

Who is the superman? Who can rise above this matter-regarding broken mental human unit and possess himself universalised and deified in a divine force, a divine love and joy and a divine knowledge.
If thou keepest this limited human ego and thinkest thyself the superman, thou art but the fool of thy own pride, the plaything of thy own force and the instrument of thy own illusions.

Sri Aurobindo