The chakras of life, how to feel it? The bliss of meditation not, mysticism? The mystical rose? Whose bliss and imprint is in it? Whose sweet scent and hue?

Rose of God; whose rose is it? Is it a poem by Sri Aurobindo? Or, is it the rose of God? Is it to be placed upon the altar of St. Valentine? Or, of Robert Burns’ My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose? The mysticism is for to be felt in the hue and softness, the mysticism is to be seen in the petals dripped in dew drops sliding over it. Or the twilight scenery of the setting sun lighting the skies charm the poet for a poetic letting or vent-out of emotions and feelings? Whose is the vermillion stain reflected upon? Which is what? What is how? He is unable to take into.

The Rose of God is but a mystical rose. It is but miracle, mystery of Nature. To feel mystery from far is something different and to feel it within closely. But how to feel the beauty of it in the heart is the thing of deliberation. How to feel the ruptures and raptures of it as for to convalesce with? The flame, the miracle, the passionflower of the Nameless, the bud of the Mystical, how to address it, how to lay it bare what it is ruffled? Beauty is for to be felt, the metaphysical beauty, beauty mystical beauty. A romantic too sees a rose, but a metaphysician too sees it but differently, not in the same way. The rose of miracle, mystery and metaphysics is an internal thing to be felt.

Rose of God, vermilion stain on the sapphires of heaven,
Rose of Bliss, fire-sweet, seven-tinged with the ecstasies seven!
Leap up in our heart of humanhood, O miracle,  O flame,
Passion-flower of the Nameless, bud of the mystical Name.

Rose of God, great wisdom-bloom on the summits of being,
Rose of Light, immaculate core of the ultimate seeing!
Live in the mind of our earthhood; O golden Mystery, flower,
Sun on the head of the Timeless, guest of the marvellous Hour.

Rose of God, damask force of Infinity, red icon of might,
Rose of Power with thy diamond halo piercing the night!
Ablaze in the will of the mortal, design the wonder of thy plan,
Image of Immortality, outbreak of the Godhead in man.

Rose of God, smitten purple with the incarnate divine Desire,
Rose of Life, crowded with petals, colour’s lyre!
Transform the body of the mortal like a sweet and magical rhyme;
Bridge our earthhood and heavenhood, make deathless the children of Time.

Rose of God like a blush of rapture on Eternity’s face,
Rose of Love, ruby depth of all being, fire-passion of Grace!
Arise from the heart of the yearning that sobs in Nature’s abyss:
Make earth the home of the Wonderful and life Beatitude’s kiss.

Rose of God, be it the flower of Mystery, Miracle or Morality, is the central point of deliberation and the poet takes to it from a metaphysical standpoint of delving the secret flower of Mystery, the secret flower of Morality. The poem is a fruit of Meditational Bliss which the poet feels it here in this poem. What is it beautiful? How to enjoy the bliss of beauty in life?

Rose of Bliss, how to feel it within, internally? Bliss of Meditation, Metaphysics? The Lotus of Meditation talks he not about, but the Rose of as he tries to feel and envisage the Mystery, Miracle and Morality of Creation through the wonder and astonishment of rose petals, tender and soft rose petals. How to read the mystery imprinted upon?

Rose of God may be about the chakras, the chakras of life, what it the key to Ananda. It is one of the most mystical poems of Sri Aurobindo where lies it the philosophy of Aurobindonian Studies.

Rose of God, how does it bloom it enlightening the summits of wisdom, flashing it beautifully? Meditation gives joys, pure joys, Ananda which is for to feel it. 

The metaphors keep changing and the poet keeps adding to Rose of God and this is, but the duality of his poetics and he mesmerizes us with poetic notion.

How to feel its beauty, truth and goodness? How to feel the Blessing of the Immortal? How to attain immortality?  How to be blessed?
 

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