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At the Feet of The Mother

Bliss of Identity

All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move,
All beings are in myself embraced.
O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love,
How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast!

It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves
And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee;
My body Thy vessel is and only serves
As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.

I am a centre of Thy golden light
And I its vast and vague circumference;
Thou art my soul great, luminous and white
And Thine my mind and will and glowing sense.

Thy spirit’s infinite breath I feel in me;
My life is a throb of Thy eternity.


Notes on Text
25 July 1938, revised 21 March 1944. Two handwritten manuscripts, the first entitled “Identity”.

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