At the Feet of The Mother

Burning brazier of Love

February 2, 1914

O Lord, I would like to be so ardent a love that all lonelinesses may be filled up by it and all sorrows soothed.

O Lord, I cry unto Thee: Make me a burning brazier which consumes all suffering and transforms it into joyous light irradiating the hearts of all!…

Grant my prayer: Transform me into a brazier of pure love and boundless compassion.

Prayers and Meditations

Maya, pp. 600-601

Night is a shadow and not some original Truth. That is why it has not the ultimate absolute Power.

I see you have let the demons of self-doubt and doubt in general and melancholy get inside again and sit down at your table.

The world’s dire state faces relentless resistance; overcoming it requires power, endurance, self-sacrifice, and unwavering patience.