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Their Spiritual significance
Photo Collection
Service
To be at the Divine's service is the surest means of attaining realisation.
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Peltophorum pterocarpum (DC.) Backer ex K. Heyne (Fabaceae [= Leguminosae]; Alt. Caesalpiniaceae)
Peltophorum
Yellow
Service
If you want to be a true doer of divine works, your first aim must be to be totally free from all desire and self-regarding ego. All your life must be an offering and a sacrifice to the Supreme; your only object in action shall be to serve, to receive, to fulfil, to become a manifesting instrument of the Divine Shakti in her works. You must grow in the divine consciousness till there is no difference between your will and hers, no motive except her impulsion in you, no action that is not her conscious action in you and through you. You have to regard yourself as a soul and body created for her service, one who does all for her sake. Even if the idea of the separate worker is strong in you and you feel that it is you who do the act, yet it must be done for her. All stress of egoistic choice, all hankering after personal profit, all stipulation of self-regarding desire must be extirpated from the nature. There must be no demand for fruit and no seeking for reward; the only fruit for you is the pleasure of the Divine Mother and the fulfilment of her work, your only reward a constant progression in divine consciousness and calm and strength and bliss. The joy of service and the joy of inner growth through works is the sufficient recompense of the selfless worker.
Sri Aurobindo
Sri Aurobindo. Sri Aurobindo Birth Centenary Library in 30 Volumes. - Volume 25. - The Mother
There is no greater joy than to serve the Divine.
The Mother
The Mother. Collected Works of the Mother.- Volume 14. - Words of the Mother
...great yellow flame tree called "Service", which spreads its foliage above Sri Aurobindo's tomb.
The Mother
The Mother. Agenda. - Volume 13. - 1972-1973
(Those who enter offer flowers to the Mother. Pointing to the flowers named "Service", she says, laughing)
Service to Auroville.
(Mother arranges the flowers and distributes them. While giving "Service" and "Transformation" flowers, she remarks:)
It is service which leads to transformation. I mean it seriously.
The Mother
The Mother. Collected Works of the Mother.- Volume 13. - Words of the Mother
She gives Mother a spray of "Service" flowers. This will be the last May 29 th.)
It's from your tree.
(Mother holds the flowers for a long time, then gives them back to Sujata)
I've put something there. For you and Satprem.
The Mother
The Mother. Agenda. - Volume 13. - 1972-1973
He was called Browny and he was so beautiful, so nice, such a marvelous cat! Even when utterly sick, he wouldn't make a mess, except in a corner prepared just for that; he would call me to carry him to his box, with such a soft and mournful voice. He was so nice, with something sweeter and more trusting than a child. There is a trust in animals which doesn't exist in humans (even children already have too much of a questioning mind). But with him, there was a kind of worship, an adoration, as soon as I took him in my arms - if he could have smiled, he would have. As soon as I held him, he became blissful.
That one too was beautiful, with such a color! Golden chestnut, I have never seen a cat like him. He is buried here beneath the tree I named 'Service'. I put him beneath the roots myself. There had been an old mango tree there that was withering away. We replaced it with a little copper pod tree with yellow flowers.
These animals are so nice when you know how to handle them.
When I moved here to the Ashram, I said, 'We can't bring any cats into this house, it's quite impossible.' This was after Big Boy's death, and we had had enough of cats. I gave away the others, but the first one, the mother of the whole line, was old and didn't want to leave, so I felt her behind. She stayed in a house over there, within the Ashram compound. And one day - she was very old and could no longer move - I saw her come dragging in and sit down on that terrace on the other side. (Now you can't see it any more - the Service Tree has hidden it completely - but in those days you could see it very clearly.) She came and sat down over there where she could watch me... until she died. Quietly, without moving, she died watching me.
The Mother
The Mother. Agenda. - Volume 2. - 1961
Little M. was meditating next to the Samadhi when suddenly she had a vision: she saw all the flowers of the tree next to the Samadhi (those yellow flowers I have called 'Service') gathering themselves together to form a big bouquet, and rising, rising straight up. And in her vision these flowers were linked with the image of N. D. She ran quickly to their house and - he was dead.
The Mother
The Mother. Agenda. - Volume 2. - 1961