She hears the nectar-voice of the One;
Her Ears divine are awake to Its calls.Through her alone He fulfils his dream.
They hear our thoughts, the shadow-falls.Our ills She bosoms as her own;
She bears the blame of all our fate.She boons a music we cannot hear.
Mother, deathless, immaculate. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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