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I will be the naughty baby of the Divine Mother. |
In the hall of life, decorated with mountains, cataracts, and wild
scenery, I have played long. When tired of play, each time I cried
for Thee, Thou didst drop to me, through the window of my desire,
new dolls of fame, friends, prosperityto quiet me. Now, this
time, Divine Mother, I will play the naughty baby. I will sob unceasingly.
No more toys of earthly pleasures shall stop my cries. O Divine
Mother, Thou wouldst best come soon, or I will wake all creation
with my cries. All Thy sleeping children will wake and join me in
a chorus of wails. Forsake the busy-ness of the housework of Thy
creation! I demand attention. I demand Thee, and not playthings! |
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