THE MOTHER: TWO PHASES

Infinite Bliss at work

In self-elected chains,

Bearing with a luminous smile

Love's load of a myriad pains —

The Universal Mother,

Eternity seized by Time,

Dealing out hourly blessings

To earth for a goal sublime.

Infinite Bliss at play

In a fetter light as flowers,

Laughing with radiant motion

In the midst of hampering hours —

The Transcendental Mother,

Triumphant over all,

Swinging a care-free racquet

As if earth were a tennis ball!

18.8.1954

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