It is the final day in the Ashram's vast playground Where Mother would teach the many souls that came, The children at Her Feet in joy surround Her Presence calling constantly Her Name.
I was there with my Russian friend And I spoke the japa of Her Name, Not even for a moment did it end. And then She left and passing me She came
And fixed on me her deep transforming look, Never once Her eyes from me did veer. My friend exclaimed my soul in Hers She took My Mother beloved, Sri Aurobindo my Seer!
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