Guiding Light of The Month

O Lord, how ardently do I call and implore Thy love! Grant that my aspiration may be intense enough to awaken the same aspiration everywhere: oh, may good- ness, justice and peace reign as supreme masters, may ignorant egoism be overcome, darkness be suddenly illu- minated by Thy pure Light; may the blind see, the deaf hear, may Thy law be proclaimed in every place and, in a constantly progressive union, in an ever more perfect harmony, may all, like one single being, stretch out their arms towards Thee to identify themselves with Thee and manifest Thee upon earth. - The Mother

The Mystic Feather

I found you, soft, pleasing and colourful,
Swaying along with a lovely bird.
Beautiful it dances, pride of India,
Spreading its magical wings of life.

Little violets from the bird fell on earth,
And I found you there,
Spotted with green, blue and gold
You were lying there with a yearning.

A little blue boy walked by,
Glancing a graceful look on you,
Did he like you so much? I am jealous of you,
For His red tinted hands picked you up,
Softly, he placed you on his turban.

And you remained there forever,
Adorning the crown of a prince,
Turban of a cow herd,
The stealer of all our Hearts.


-          Sandhya.

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