The Mother's wristwatch

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"Mother of mine, beyond the sombre grip

Of time art Thou veerless and ever free.

But thy Grace of love compels thy Blessing-Hand

To use my tiny beats of ecstasy,

Each supernal work of thine begins and ends

With my puny, feeble sound's tick infinite.

O who can measure save Thou my rapture strange?

Thy Grace my only breath through eternity."

"My child, I am for all, and all I use.

I guide all souls and things to my highest Fire.

But none can dare to say I stand in need,

For I alone save my core and the world entire." ```

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