6.1.2025
In the silence, most alone When the ego-self is gone The words come flowing down to me, It seems as though a heavenly tone, A music from the highest spheres Has landed in the offered heart, Then my Mother, you are so near, And your voice I clearly hear Bridging centuries of time, And I am yours and you are mine.
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