The Matrimandir Chamber

A perfect crystal on a golden base,

The future of the world is centred here

I see the fire glow in every face

And feel the day and hour drawing near.

All is white on white, the marble hall,

The columns towering towards the skies,

The carpet where the feet of pilgrims fall,

A force-field of supernal energies.

A vibratory silence fills all space

As subtle light bathes the souls who come

To this the offered spirit's meeting place,

To rendezvous with God in Her Great Home.