The Mother's Music-Fire

New-year's day, 1956

The Life Divine with a burning joy of peace
    Slowly now grows in her music-fire.
    Our human dole and ignorance dire
Are lost in the Mother's undying Truth-abyss.

She builds a golden road between our breath
    Of yearning and the sovereign Grace.
    We see our Master's ruby blaze
Upon our inner buds that know no death.

Our heart-beats dance with her music-waves of Light.
    Her Voice of all-transforming lore
    Commands the daring souls to soar
Beyond the peaks unseen of sky-delight.

Her zenith victory's vast descent today.
A world unknown She unveils upon the clay.