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 flower of grace



As a river flows through lands
Waterfalls silver down high mountains
The rain showers musically on earth
Her grace sings with the jingle of her bangles.

A sweet flower, over there in the mellifluous air,
A little shy, white and pink, smiling as the Sweet Mother,
Blossoms every day to fill the air with her Grace.
The flower of grace, Hibiscus mutabillis.

It sings of Her grace,
The grace that saves lives.
It invokes Her grace,
The grace that enriches lands
It brings her grace,
The grace that progresses lives.

A sweet music is Her grace,
It is her music for life on earth.

Sandhya

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