O Mother of mine
The Mother Supreme
Soul stirring eyes of gold delight,
All where reigning supreme-
Our blind secrecy's dream
She seizes with Her all forgiving Sight.
Torn now asunder our ego's screen,
Under Her Smile of Grace
Blooms quick our surrender's face.
She paves the way to a life evergreen.
Excerpt from “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974
