Her heart

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Unafraid we stand in spite of the titan sway

Within and without our core;

The Mother's breast is endless compassion-flame

The sea-room without a door.

Toil and wayfarer is She, Her heart is our Quest,

Her mission's startling sun

Will unveil when only we are awake to face

Her god-dominion. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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