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O Divine Mother, I am thine, for Thou art eternally Mine. |
Divers-colored gorgeous garlands of my devotion will encircle Thy
lotus feet of omnipresent love.
I beheld the dance of the feet of Thine activity in the twinkle
of the starlets. I beheld the dance of Thy light in the bluebells
and the larkspurs. Thy footsteps echoed over bounding billows of
aurora lights. I beheld Thy fantastic dance of life in the halls
of evolution. But, Divine Mother, the calm grace of Thy bliss-face
has remained ever-veiled behind the clouds of appearances and the
chimerical veils of my flickering thoughts.
I have waited long to behold Thy face. My impatience has burned
with a million tongues of flame, with the flame of my burning craving
for Thee.
I burnt the sky. I ignited the stars. I melted the binding atoms
of planets. In my melting light, searching for Thee, the heavenly
lamps and lights lost their balance in space and plunged headlong.
The space shadows, mind shadows, ignorance shadows, all shifted
before the strong burst of my life's light.
My powerful light consumed everything; and, as the many arms of
my luminous love sought to embrace and hold Thee, the heart of my
loving light was broken—for voidness laughed at me from everywhere.
My light wept dewdrops of trickling stars, until all space was filled
with the beam of my light. The crying flame called aloud for Thee,
everywhere, and in its echo in Thine omnipresent Space, I heard
Thy voice, saying without sound:
"The light of thy love, which swallowed up everything in one
light, is Myself! Thou hast sought thyself as Me, and hast
kept Me afar from thee. Finding thyself by Myself, seek Me
no more as apart from thee and as beyond the boundaries of thy heart.
I am thou and thou art I!"
The earth may be shattered to dust and thrown into cosmic space—pictures
of universes may come and go on the screen of time—but I will
ever be Thine, O Divine Mother, for Thou art eternally mine.
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