With joy my soul in silence sings The odes that Mother instilled in me In this blossoming world of mystery Where the Supramental clearly rings.
I am at peace when music comes Descending through the Presence' Force, The anarchy of hate that numbs Is far from me, there is no loss
Of the beauty of God's majesty. I look within and He is there Helping all to become and be Disciples of the Truth to share
In earthly realms and realms above. The infinite power of His love.
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