Mother Divine, Maa, days and nights pass like dreams that fade, like pages torn away from the book of life, like spokes in a wheel that turn constantly carrying us on the van of Time towards the great and luminous future awaiting the soul on its summits. As the journey procedes, events, circumstances, situations change. The soul witnesses and learns and grows through it all. As it moves through life and death and afterlife hands clasp and leave turning once living experiences into the gold and dust of memories. The outer crust and details that generate reactions of joy and grief are like dust that stick awhile and then fall away. Behind them all, within them all, behind the good and evil, behind happiness and suffering there are little ingots of gold that the soul gathers in its journey as riches to be offered to Thee, at Thy Feet, for Thy Work.
Once Thou art found, O Mother, the journey ceases and so do we cease from joy and grief. Then Thou holds the reins of the chariot of the soul and carry it wherever Thou Wills’t and to whatsoever goal Thou chosest for us.
Maa, all our destinies, the paths through which we move, the experiences on the way are all offered at Thy Feet. Only one prayer rises from the depths, As Thou Wills’t, as Thou Wills’t, as Thou Wills’t.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
