Her ears
She hears the nectar-voice of the One;Her Ears divine are awake to Its calls.
Through her alone He fulfils his dream.
They hear our thoughts, the shadow-falls.
Our ills She bosoms as her own;
She bears the blame of all our fate.
She boons a music we cannot hear.
Mother, deathless, immaculate.
Sri Chinmoy, The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974