24. The Mother Supreme

Soul-stirring eyes of gold-delight,
All-where reigning supreme —
Our blind secrecy's dream
She seizes with Her all-forgiving Sight.

Torn now asunder our ego's screen,
Under Her Smile of Grace
Blooms quick our surrender's face.
She paves the way to a life evergreen.

Sri Chinmoy, My Flute.First published by Agni Press in 1972.

This is the 11th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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