'Tis Meetest

Pray do not call me yours from now,

And come to claim me; for

To the Mother I belong, I vow.

And to none else any more.

 

I am the Mother's little child,

And so She too has said;

I'm Mother's truly, She has smiled

And spread on me Her shade.

 

I wonder why you want to make

Unwilling ones your own;

When Mother's there to undertake

To be yours flesh and bone.

 

Let me alone, I will not bother

You with anything;

Let me alone with my Sweet Mother

Whose name I'll always sing.

 

Call me not yours, and use no force;

It will be all in vain:

You know? true love such things abhors,

It shrinks from causing pain.

 

The best thing is both you and I

Should seek the Mother sweetest,

And be Her little ones, and lie

In Her lap of love, 'tis meetest.

 

23-1-1945

My Parents

God is my Father and my Mother,

Is His love supreme;

And they are near so very near

That I can talk with them.

 

I don't disturb my Father, for

He's busy with big things;

But to my Mother I always go

With flowers and offerings.

 

She sweetly smiles and blesses me,

She gives me friendly flowers,

And shows so much Her kindness that

In bliss I pass my hours.

 

I am too playful, so at times

Forgetting Her I stray;

But always She remembers me

And calls me day by day.

 

How fortunate I am to have

Got such a goddess Mother!

I'll love Her, serve Her, and adore Her;

Say, will you join me? brother!

 

24-1-1945

I'll Always

I'll always tell the truth, sweet Mother!

I'll never tell a lie, no never;

For you are Truth, and I love You;

I want to worship You for ever.

 

I'll always think of you, my Mother!

For You are the sweetest soul, I know;

I will enjoy your sweetness, Mother!

And in my heart its garden grow.

 

I'll always work for You, Great Mother!

For 'tis the most delightful thing;

It is my life's divine desire,

My best and brightest offering.

 

21-6-1945

The Mother Everywhere

Oh! what a joy it is to feel

That the Mother 's everywhere;

She is above, She is below

She's round us in the air.

'Tis She who smiles in beautiful flowers,

In birds 'tis She who sings;

She rides on rhythmic ocean-waves,

She bubbles forth in springs.

In clouds 'tis She who hides Herself

And rains in soothing showers;

She gives green life to fields and forests

And rests in dreaming bowers.

Dawn-faced She comes, sun-faced She shines,

Moon-faced She gives delight;

She has a million twinkling eyes

That we can see at night.

She stands majestic on proud peaks,

With silence round Her spread,

Commanding worlds without a word,

In awe by all obeyed.

But She is kind and merciful,

All love, She's nectar-sweet;

She kisses gently baby-souls:

We kiss with warmth — Her feet.

She's in our hearts, She's in our breath,

Without Her none can be:

Who will not love Her, and adore Her,

And serve Her smilingly?

24-6-1945

Child Divine

A child divine has come, you know,

With heaven on Her face;

Her eyes are like two nectared moons,

She is all tenderness.

 

Her name is 'Mother', and I say

That 'tis Her truest name;

For She is love, divinest love

That blessed a human frame.

 

And luckily I have become

Her little darling dolly;

She fondles me and plays with me,

Though I am full of folly.

 

She takes me lightly in Her arms

And cradles me so much

That in a trance of ecstasy

God's feet my soul can touch.

 

She has become my fastest friend,

Although I call Her 'Mother';

She has become my all in all,

I am Hers and of none other.

 

I'll live with Her, nay, in. Her heart

Where heavens heave sublime;

Oh! what a joy to live like this,

And feel Her all the time.

 

8-9-1945

I've Found Out

I've found out who our Mother is.

Though She would hide from us;

She is the soul of love and bliss

And light miraculous.

I've seen Her through, for She is not

A thing of clay like others;

From crystal purity is wrought

The beauty that is Mother's.

God's glory hides behind Her face,

And the quintessence of light

Shows in Her eyes when deep we gaze;

For Her there is no night.

A million moons I've seen behind

Her smile whose charm we know,

Attracting all — our soul and mind

And life from far below.

Her hands are nectar crystallised;

That's why their single touch

Brings back to new life paralysed

Limbs, freeing them from Death's clutch.

Her feet have in them hidden fountains

Of all that worlds may want;

She gives from there God's treasure mountains,

Our dreams that daily haunt.

Don't be deceived by Her disguise,

Incarnate love is She;

Adore Her beauty with soul's eyes.

And serve Her sumptuously.

I4-9-I945

When The Mother is There

When the Mother is there

I am free from all care,

And I dance and I sing

Like a bird of the spring.

 

When the Mother is there

I am in a new air,

Where delight is afloat

On a dream-moon-boat.

 

When the Mother is there

There is nothing I fear,

For almighty Her arms

Do protect me from harms.

 

When the Mother is there

I become one sweet prayer,

And I often have felt

In Her love do I melt.

 

When the Mother is there

A true goddess all fair,

I adore and I kiss

Her feet, brimming with bliss.

 

1-10-1945 

We

We children are God's favourite flowers,

In us His love 's abloom;

We dwell in His delightful bowers,

We know not any gloom.

 

The smile of joy that never fades

Is on our face impressed,

Bright heaven's hues of magic shades

Play on our petalled breast.

 

Eternal beauty has become

Our soul of innocence;

A sweetness that but love can plumb

Grows in us more intense.

 

A heart of nectar nestles us,

It is our Mother's heart:

Her tenderness is marvellous,

She's love in every part.

 

How in Her heart with God we play,

And call Him bosom friend,

From bright to ever brighter day

We move there hand in hand.

 

18-10-1945

In Thy Home

We've come to Thee and we will stay

Sweet Mother! in Thy home;

Our soul's a dancing wave of play

And smile its crest of foam.

 

No sorrow here can cast its gloom,

Here is eternal morn,

And spring of love in ever-bloom,

And life divinely born.

 

We are like care-free winging birds,

And song our natural speech;

We 're free from sense-encumbered words

With music we bewitch

 

The soul of love divine Thou art,

And touch Thy core of bliss:

Sweet Mother keep us in Thy heart

And bless us with a kiss.

 

9-12-1945

Let Us

Sweet Mother! smile before us here.

And let us stand before

Thy perfect Presence near and dear

And gracious evermore.

 

And let us feast our hungry eyes

With nectar that Thou art,

And with the joy that never dies

Fill our aspiring heart.

 

And let us bring to Thee our flowers

Of love and adoration,

And pour them in unceasing showers

Upon Thy feet of passion;

 

And let our kisses then befriend

Their beauty crystal-clear,

Our friendship blessed by Thy own hand

Whose touch to our heart is dear.

 

And let us then rise to Thy height,

And eye Thee face to face

In Thy home-sphere of fadeless light,

Love in us all ablaze.

 

And let that state of bliss be made

Immortal for our soul,

To life divine for ever wed,

Led by Thee to its goal.

 

12-12-1945