The Mother's Music-Fire
New-year's day, 1956The Life Divine with a burning joy of peace
   Slowly now grows in her music-fire.
   Our human dole and ignorance dire
Are lost in the Mother's undying Truth-abyss.
She builds a golden road between our breath
   Of yearning and the sovereign Grace.
   We see our Master's ruby blaze
Upon our inner buds that know no death.
Our heart-beats dance with her music-waves of Light.
   Her Voice of all-transforming lore
   Commands the daring souls to soar
Beyond the peaks unseen of sky-delight.
Her zenith victory's vast descent today.
A world unknown She unveils upon the clay.
Sri Chinmoy, The Mother of the Golden All, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press, Pondicherry, 1958
