The Call

Leaves of Morya's Garden #1

by Nicholas Roerich, Helena Roerich

Into the New World my first message.

You who gave the Ashram,
And you who gave two lives,
Proclaim.
Builders and warriors, strengthen the steps.
Reader, if you have not grasped — read again,
after a while.
The predestined is not accidental,
The leaves fall in their time.
And winter is but the harbinger of spring.
All is revealed; all is attainable.
I will cover you with My shield,
if you but tend to your labors.
I have spoken.

Genres: Philosophy

First published January 1, 1924

About the author

Nicholas Roerich, also known as Nikolai Konstantinovich Rerikh (alternative transliteration) (Russian: Никола́й Константи́нович Ре́рих), was a Russian painter, writer, archaeologist, public figure, mystic, enlightener and philosopher.

Born in Saint Petersburg, Russia to the family of a well-to-do notary public, he lived around the world until his death in Punjab, India. Trained as an artist and a lawyer, his interests lay in literature, philosophy, archaeology and especially art. Roerich was a dedicated activist for the cause of preserving art and architecture in times of war. He earned several nominations for the Nobel Prize. The so-called Roerich Pact was signed into law by the United States and most member nations of the Pan-American Union in April 1935.

Reviews

[Roger Buck · Rating 1 out of 5]

Loved this in my youth at Findhorn. What can I say today? It is not without a noble spirit. Yet in time, I would see there was so much neither Agni Yoga, nor Findhorn, nor Alice Bailey could ever give me, nor give the world. For all these try to leapfrog over the greatest Mystery of all ... Or as Rudolf Steiner said bypass it. But from Steiner I would go even further in directions that bewildered my old friends at Findhorn. More about that here:

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