The Mother of the diamond morn

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(at Balcony 6 a.m.)

A frame divine intense, aglow

With unique Grace and Love

To make us soar above

The skies and free us from titan blow.

We offer to Her at each hush-gap

Our feeble, puny thoughts

And life's million knots

To seize in our core the Spirit's Sap. ```

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