24. The Mother Supreme


Soul-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. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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