A Recitation of selected Prayers and Meditations of The Mother (AUDIO)
WHY all this noise, all this movement, this vain and hollow agitation; why this whirlwind sweeping men away like a swarm of flies caught in a storm? How sad is the spectacle of all this energy wasted, all these efforts lost. When will they cease from dancing like puppets at the end of threads held they know not by whom or by what? When will they take the time to sit and draw inwards, to collect themselves and open that inner door which hides from them Thy priceless treasures, Thy infinite boons? …
How painful and miserable seems to me their life of ignorance and obscurity, their life of foolish agitation and profitless dissipation, when a single spark of Thy sublime light, a single drop of Thy divine love can transform this suffering into an ocean of joy!
O Lord, my prayer rises towards Thee: may they know at last Thy peace and that calm and irresistible power which springs from an immutable serenity appanage of those whose eyes have been opened and who can contemplate Thee in the enkindled core of their being.
But the hour of Thy manifestation has come.
And canticles of joy will soon break out from every wide.
I bow down religiously before the solemnity of that hour.
[* Please note that here the text of 1948 edition (translated from original French by Rishabhchand) is being recited. It significantly differs from 1979 edition, published in Collected Works of the Mother, vol.1]
