24. The Mother SupremeSoul-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, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972