The Mother with her human brother
Our Mother's human brother saw the earthEighteen long years before his sister of lore.
Tranquillity was in flood in Mother's core,
But to ruthless ire he opened his bosom's door.
One day he saw his anger as hell's own breath;
He pushed it for ever far with his hero-will;
And from that hushful hour he cherished its death,
And lived true kin to his sister-sovereign-still.
Sri Chinmoy, The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
