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