Mother 1st version - Feb. 26, 1999

For simply to be is a blessing unparalleled,

To breathe Her celestial air, to have seen such beauty

Radiant in Her smile, to have been stirred

By the melodious majesty of Her voice...

To have knelt in utter stillness awaiting Her touch,

Her hand upon the offered head, protecting

And blessing through ages her slow evolving child,

To have lived in Her Presence and knelt before Her Feet...

One feels in the inmost chamber of the soul

Her fire ablaze clearing aeonic barriers

Instilling the Force, transmitting Her endless gifts,

Stirring from slumber the dreaming psychic to wake:

We of the vast millennium now taking birth

Bow, O Mother, before Thy resplendent white flame.