Mother Divine,
how much beauty You have lavished upon earth and in such abundance and variety as if all the moods of Infinity found a just place and right balance. The dangerous and the delightful, the vast and the tiniest, all have been woven together in a rich and harmonious tapestry that is constantly changing its hues and scents and colours. There may be life elsewhere and surely there must be but perhaps nowhere could be found this richness of forms than here, upon earth.
Yet amidst all this wonderful harmony and the sense of unity, man seems to be alone and isolated, locked within his mind which is a world in itself, a world that is often not in harmony with the rest, a world often restless, anxious, afraid, turbulent, looking for a safe and stable spot, a secure space where all is peace and beauty and bliss. Yet he refuses to make effort in finding the true and lasting solution as if afraid of losing his littleness that acts as a comfort zone in the vast blue infinity. He has trimmed his wings, tied them neatly and coloured them with impressive colours. But he is afraid to use them for the one main purpose which is to soar and fly.
Maa, for millions of years man has moved as a nomad still searching for his stable home, the home from where he wandered here. Now the day of redemption, the moment of return, with all the experience gained, has come by Thy Grace. Let this Divine hour be not wasted Mother. Let there be no more wanderings any further. We implore Thee, with whatever strength we can summon to fulfill the Yoga this time so that we cross over the perilous bridge from the human to the Divine without lapsing back into the old stupidities. May the earth no more suffer its shadow nor man suffer the fall.
Om Anandamayee Chaitanyamayee Satyamayee Parame
