Sweet and infinite Mother, Mother Divine, Maa, how beautifully You carry us on the ship of Yoga. Initially our mind flickers and flashes. Though something in us has been ignited and impelled towards Thee, there are still parts in us that get drawn towards things that may not have a direct bearing on the Yoga. It is like a many-branching stream that has not the sufficient force of impulsion. But slowly, and by various means, these distractions so to say, automatically start turning towards Thee or else drop off increasing the needed one-pointedness. And then the great shift happens when nothing else draws or attracts us naturally except Thee. All gets drawn and centered upon Thee. All this is simply due to the working of Thy immense Grace and Thy Love that moulds us almost imperceptibly but purposefully as if all in us that is scattered is being gathered in Thy palms and taken by Thee for good.
Maa, the workings of Thy Grace is indeed marvelous beyond all that we can even conceive and imagine. O marvelous Magician who rebuilds our nature without destroying anything, simply moulding it all with Thy gentle hands, to Thee our infinite gratitude.
O supreme Love, Thou art the marvel that fills us with joy and hope, the wonder that escapes our understanding, the Wisdom and Power that brings us the certitude of victory. One whom Thou hast taken up and chosen or one who has chosen Thee, – two ways of expressing the same truth, can never fail in the Yoga. His destiny is sealed by Thy Love. Whatever else may happen in his life, his future is certain, absolutely certain that he will arrive at the goal Thou hast marked for him.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
