Mother Divine, Maa may all mental noise, the clutter and clamour of desire, all that turns our inner space into a bazaar fall silent in anticipation of Thy coming. May the tracks along which thoughts run become clean and clear for Thy chariot to race through them. May the fields of life become clean and clear for Thy coming and our entire being become like one who waits with folded hands in silent adoration to receive his Lord and King.
Come, Mother come, take charge of Thy kingdom, possess us, fill us so completely with Thy Presence that nothing remains which I can call myself.
Come, Mother come, take charge of our life completely. May our thoughts and feelings, our will and actions, our very breath and heartbeat, our speech and silence be governed and impelled by Thee and Thee alone.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
