The soul sees the Supreme Mother behind the acts of Nature.
The earth becomes the living throbbing body of the Eternal.
A mystic Presence fills the sky and the infinite Space,
An immaterial body made of some absolute consciousness,
Containing limitless oceans of sweet, violent, intolerable,
All-daring, all-conquering, inalterable delight substance
Blots out the concrete material existence to utter
Nothingness, yet the human heart longs for a mortal Divine,
The Supreme incarnate in a human form, close to the soil.
Love in the soul demands an ideal Image to adore.
O Mother Divine, Thou art enthroned in my inmost soul,
Even then my earthly nature yearns for Thy visible Presence
In all its glory embodied in a breathing frame of clay.
O Mother Divine manifest Thy radiance in a human instrument.
May I see Thy supreme body of heavenly light and rapture,
More concrete than matter in all beings and things at all times.
Thy Face, my priceless treasure, Thy hands, my source of energy,
Thy feet, my secure refuge, Thy Presence, the whole meaning
Of my existence. I do not know anyone else but Thyself.
Heaven has no charm for me. Any personal salvation
I do not seek. In Thee I have found all I need in life.
Take possession of my body, life, mind and soul,
Until Thou alone art alive in this clay mould.
At least fill me up with the victorious love divine,
So that I may love Thee, serve Thee in all I meet.
Ignite a huge fire in my soul, the thirst of a burning desert,
An unsatisfied yearning which will keep me running
Through eternity in pursuit of Thy unknowable Presence,
In all forms and beings from the tiniest specks of life
To the most magnificent divinities in the highest heavens.
Niranjan Guha Roy