Guiding Light of The Month

Like a flame that burns in silence, like a perfume that rises straight upward without wavering, my love goes to Thee; and like the child who does not reason and has no care, I trust myself to Thee that Thy Will may be done, that Thy Light may manifest, Thy Peace radiate, Thy Love cover the world. - The Mother


I am a little oil lamp
I am made of clay.
I am held on a caring palm.
I carry a light, a crimson flame.

Oil is gently poured in
A strong flicker is firmly placed.
A friendly hand alights the flame.

I dispel darkness.
I shine like a star on earth.
I am a diya, an oil lamp.

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