The Mother's music-fire

New-year's day, 1956

The 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.