Mother Divine, Maa, even after the inner being is suffused with Thy glow, the mind and heart has received Thy transmuting touch and life awakened from its slumber of ignorance to give itself to Thee, yet the outer being and the outer nature goes about its old, accustomed, habitual round of life. It is as if tied mechanically to the past refuses it refuses to change. From time to time, it pulls out the inner into groves of old habits and it seems for a moment that one has lost what was gained by Thy Grace. But all is there. What Thou has touched can never be erased. This outer man is the last to change and it takes long, needing tremendous patience, courage, faith and a persistent aspiration to win this last battle. Yet it yields in the end to Thy Light and Love and undergoes the needed change. Thus, slowly but assuredly Thy Victory is established.
For nothing is impossible for Thy Grace and Thy All-victorious Love. Slowly the night yields in all its strongholds and Thy Light penetrates even the most obscure stuff of nature. O transmuting alchemy of Love, let nothing in us be spared the ordeal. Let all be uplifted and transformed into Thy Glory so that a temple worthy of Thy Presence may be engraved in the mud off earth-nature and Thy complete and definitive victory be established in more and more individualities until it spreads over the whole earth.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
