Supreme Mother, Mother Divine, how much we may ever stretch our thought and imagination, how much we may ever purify our feelings and intelligence, we can never understand Thee. Even our noblest and highest flight of thought cannot conceive of Thee. Our utmost intensity of aspiration is like a little fire burning before Thy Supreme Splendour that lights up the suns. Yet You lean and accept our humblest of offerings lifting the little flame of our aspiration to make it one with Thy Sun.
Thou art the flame and the offering. Thou art the Sun that receives the offering and the Light that leans down to illumine and impel in our journey through the Night.
Thou art the Night and the Day, now concealing, now revealing Thy Beauty and Light. Yet even when we see Thee not, Thou art there hidden in the folds of darkness.
There is in fact nothing that does not speak of Thee and yet there is nothing that can truly express Thee.
Thou art the All and beyond the All, Truth and Beauty and Love Supreme.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
