Poem to The Mother

We seek the secrets our hurried lives obscure,

The long and laboured voyage must endure

As on an inner sea alive with fire,

We breathe not air that lighter paths inspire.

For strength is mete to those unbending souls

Who yearn with outstretched arms to higher climb

And see in you the secret answer found,

The omnipotent cosmologist of time.

Clear ray of timeless beauty ever born

Give now the foundling spirit inspired speech

And hasten with Thy smile the sunlit days

So to thy feet our arms outstretched may reach.

In every breast a mighty murmur break

That calls through aspiring heart the soul to wake.

We bow before thee, Mother, we chant your name

And all the world seems housed in your slight frame.