(Mother gives Satprem a rose) This is the Tenderness of the
Divine for... for himself! The tenderness He has for his creation.
“Creation”... I don't like that word, as if it all were created from nothing!
It is He himself, creating with all his tenderness. Some of these roses get
quite big; they're so lovely!
And I am... how to put it? Nothing we say is ever absolutely
true, but, to stretch it a bit, while I am... not worried, not perturbed, not
discouraged, I feel I can't get anything done; I spend all my time, all my
time, seeing people, receiving and answering letters – doing nothing. I haven't
touched my translation for over a week. T. sent me her notebook with questions
and I had it for two weeks before I found time to answer. Nothing is ready for
the Bulletin except what you have done.
It's a pity you have no time to do your work.
Even the translation.... You know, when I am tired and work on
the translation I feel rested. But, oh, all these letters! Even the best of
them are stupid. Anyway.... When I came here just now there was someone waiting
to see me – I told him to come at 11: 00, and by then there will be 700 people
waiting for me to come out. They are already gathered around the Samadhi.
Well, enough grumbling. Let's get to work.
* *
(Later, during the course of the conversation, Mother remarked.)
Understanding The Synthesis of Yoga is quite simple: I have only
to be silent for a moment, and Sri Aurobindo is here.
It's not this body's understanding: HE is here!
- The Mother
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