At the Lotus Feet of The Mother

1. THE MOTHER

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An endless birth from mute eternity

Within thy Bosom dawns at thy Will supreme.

Thy blissful touch on all the limbs of earth

Bestows a thrill of joy, unknown, extreme.

In Thee is hushed, O Mother!

our empty cry.

We are thy stoic sons of the fire-pure way,

Firm-poised in dreadful hours of earth’s blind drag;

No more the harrow of doom shadows our day.

Proceedest Thou across the path of Night

With thy Flame-white Love to change its face and fate.

Thou art the matchless fruit of thy cosmos’ seed;

In Thee the key of Transformation’s gate. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame-Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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