Late evening, Feb. 20, 1999 - Mother’s birthday in India

Sonnet to The Mother

Still by Her feet my soul awoke
And the crust of ego’s hardness broke,
Within the heart Her brilliant flame
And deep inside installed, the Name.

In that little room in a burning land
She blessed me with her radiant hand
And smiled a smile that grew a fire
Igniting within the heart’s desire.

Full forty years have nearly flown
And the fledgling spirit hardly grown
Through long travail and late awaking
Sees through clouds a new sun breaking.

Ablaze upon creation’s morn
The supramental child is born.

First published in Mother India – January 2004