Mother Divine,
a strange and inexplicable peace, a subtle joy and harmony, the gentle throb of a sweet love can be easily felt wherever the human footfall is few. It is so easy to feel Thy majestic Presence wrapped in an inner Silence in the forest, in wilderness, in the desert sand dunes, in the mountains pouring their heart of love in streams rushing towards the plains, in the stars moving quietly in space. From the minute to the vast, all speaks of Thy Presence. But the coming of man, the intervention of the human mind, even when it tries to create beauty, disturbs this spontaneous harmony. Our idea of beauty is something seen or felt in isolation whereas the beauty in material nature is as if flowing into each other, merging with the backdrop as if woven with threads of a vast universal love. It is like the difference that one feels while seeing a beautiful garden or landscape built by human hands and the wild blooming of the flowers and plants with creepers and animal life and the various fragrances blending into each other. Nothing is unduly prominent, each element is as if the part of a wholeness, as if the canvas itself is beautiful with all its asymmetry and free flowing patterns. Even the best of human art is a good imitation.
And yet, man is Thy chosen vehicle who carries the burden of a high and luminous future. He is the instrument of Nature through which she hopes to climb to her own origin, the Divine Supernature. Man is the means built by nature through which she hopes to discover her Lord whose image she has sheltered in her heart. May man rise up to his real purpose and crossing the perilous bridge discover what he always carried within yet seeks outside. May our life fulfil the great purpose for which it has come into existence.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
