Five years have laboured in a secret light
To build her outer form.The child on a seat with a back on which to lean
Sudden a pressure stormStupendous She feels on her body's little crown.
Too strong yet a deep delight,The pressure immeasurable of brooding earth
Seeking the end of its night. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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