Sweet and infinite Mother, Mother Divine, Maa, the whole creation is an effort to express Thee through forms and instruments and means so inadequate and imperfect. And yet the will to express Thee has slowly moulded the form, the material form, which is but dust into myriad shapes of beauty and wonder and delight, embedded with knowledge and power. The whole creation is clearly a living and constant miracle and yet it would be nothing compared to Thy Beauty and Thy Glory, Thy Wisdom and Thy Power, most of all Thy Love that labours ceaselessly pouring itself into the seemingly most insignificant shapes moulding them into perfection. Thou art a constant marvel without which nothing could be.
Maa, Maa, Maa, Maa, prepare us to be worthy of Thy Grace. Mould us into a form that would as completely reflect something of Thy Glory and Truth. In us is the conscious joining of the two currents, the dumb, mute aspiration of Matter, of earth and Thy answering Light and Grace and Love. And since Thou hast chosen man to be the vehicle of this ultimate union, the joining of Thy highest Glory with the evolving material life here in the world, upon earth, so will it be.
Maa, Thou hast bequeathed a wonderful destiny to man. May we grow fully worthy of it. May each moment of our life be dedicated to this most wonderful work, the work of manifesting Thy Glory and Truth in and through material forms.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
