Mother Divine, Maa, the entire creation manifests something of Thy Glory and Thy formless Beauty can be felt behind every mask. We are focused too much on the outer form and what it expresses and hence miss Thy wonderful Presence that dwells in all things.
Mother Divine, Thou art in the splendour of the Dawn, the giver of illumination and hope. Thou art in the flaming Rose radiating its beauty and fragrance all around. Thou art in the vast impersonal sky hidden as the power and the pulsation that moves the galaxies upon their set course. Thou art the flight of the bird and the swiftness of the animal. It is Thy Light that impels the thought drawing it closer to the Idea that dwells in all things as their secret compulsion. Thou art the strength of all creatures and even as the power of the gods as the devatmashakti. Thou hast become all these multitudes and hence each object is something of Thee, Thyself assuming a form and name and yet nothing in itself is Thee.
Maa, may we live in and by this universal vision of Thee always and see Thee everywhere and in everything.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
