The Mother with the flowers

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Flowers too have a tongue,

They also have joy and strife.

They are the expression first

Of the psychic flame in life.

Each plane owns a colour.

She boons with names to those

That unveil to Her their skies

Rich in oneness of the source.

But those that are still and mute

Nameless, infinitesimal.

Now a thousand flowers

Cherish Her Dawn-ward call. ```

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