Her Heart
Unafraid we stand in spite of the titan sway    Within and without our core;
The Mother's breast is endless compassion-flame
    The sea-room without a door.
Toil and wayfarer is She, Her heart is our Quest,
    Her mission's startling sun
Will unveil when only we are awake to face
    Her god-dominion.
Sri Chinmoy, The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
