The Mother¹

An endless birth from mute Eternity
Within Thy Bosom dawns at Thy Will supreme.
Thy blissful Touch on all the limbs of earth
Bestows a thrill of joy, unknown, extreme.

In Thee is hushed, O Mother!
our empty cry.
We are Thy stoic sons of the fire-pure way,
Firm-poised in dreadful hours of earth’s blind drag;
No more the harrow of doom shadows our day.

Proceedest Thou across the path of night
With Thy flame-white Love to change its face and fate.
Thou art the matchless fruit of Thy cosmos’ seed;
In Thee the key of Transformation’s Gate.

- Chinmoy (1955)

Our Mother, the Mother of the Golden All, the Mother of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, accepted the human cloak at her sweet will with her boundless Power for the full manifestation of the Divine here on earth. Her mission in life was to create a transformed humanity.

She is the sole hope of Nectar-Bliss for those who are burning with an unquenchable thirst for the unique Birth. And she will be crowned with Triumph only when we, her children, cease to be the finite.

(1958)