Sri Aurobindo had made it clear to me when I was still in France that this yoga in matter is the most difficult of all. For the … the yoga of matter, nothing has ever been done, never, so at each moment everything has to be invented.
Things are now going better, especially since Sri Aurobindo became established in the subtle physical, an almost material subtle physical. But there are still plenty of question marks … The body understands once, and then it forgets.
[28 January 1960]
I had a whole baggage which remained like that, of things I did when I was young; it remained like that, and in fact, after that supramental experience, I was able to gather all of it, and all of a sudden … it evaporated. Well, it was in its place.
[13 December 1969]
The body … the body is made of a substance that is still very heavy. It is the substance itself that must change for the Supermind to manifest. That’s all I can say.
[8 February 1973]
When I was a child of about thirteen, for nearly a year every night as soon as I had gone to bed it seemed to me that I went out of my body and rose straight up above the house, then above the city, very high above. Then I used to see myself clad in a magnificent golden robe, much longer than myself; and as I rose higher, the robe would stretch, spreading out in a circle around me to form a kind of immense roof over the city. Then I would see men, women, children, old men, the sick, the unfortunate coming out from every side; they would gather under the outspread robe, begging for help, telling of their miseries, their suffering, their hardships. In reply, the robe, supple and alive, would extend towards each one of them individually, and as soon as they had touched it, they were comforted or healed, and went back into their bodies happier and stronger than they had come out of them. Nothing seemed more beautiful to me, nothing could make me happier… . Often while I was rising up in this way, I used to see at my left an old man, silent and still, who looked at me with kindly affection and encouraged me by his presence. This old man, dressed in a long dark purple robe, was the personification — as I came to know later — of him who is called the Man of Sorrows.
Now that deep experience, that almost inexpressible reality, is translated in my mind by other ideas which I may describe in this way:
Many a time in the day and night it seems to me that I am, or rather my consciousness is, concentrated entirely in my heart which is no longer an organ, not even a feeling, but the divine Love, impersonal, eternal; and being this Love I feel myself living at the centre of each thing upon the entire earth, and at the same time I seem to stretch out immense, infinite arms and envelop with a boundless tenderness all beings, clasped, gathered, nestled on my breast that is vaster than the universe.
[22 February 1914]
An ancient longing strikes new roots and a lyric coïl cries among the leaves. And Aswapati listens through the ray other sounds than meet the sense-formed ear. A mighty yearning raises its flame, asking a perfect life on earth for men, shadowless bliss, and Truth, and godhead divinising mortal forms. A word leaps from a far sky of thought; as it traverses the echoing passages of his brain it leaves its stamp on the recording cells.
Out of the Immortal’s substance you were made;
Your actions can be swift revealing steps,
Your life a changeful mould for growing gods. ||98.9||
A Seer, a strong Creator, is within,
The immaculate Grandeur broods upon your days,
Almighty powers are shut in Nature’s cells. ||98.10||
But not| for a change|+less lit|+tle+ness| were you meant,|
Not for| vain re|+pe+ti|+tion were| you built;|
Out of| the Im+mor|+tal’s sub|+stance you| were made
Your ac|+tions can| be swift| re+veal|+ing steps,|
Your life| a change|+ful mould| for grow|+ing gods.| 98.9
A Se|+er, a strong| Cre+a|+tor, is| with+in,|
The im+mac|+u+late Gran|+deur broods| u+pon| your days,|
Al+might|+y pow|+ers are shut| in Na|+ture’s cells.| 98.10
The Winds of Wonder 
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