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\n\t
\n\tPart Three
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\n\t
\n\tTranslations of <\/font> <\/b> <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tPrayers of the Mother<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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\n\t
\n\tPrayers and M\u00e9ditations 
\n  
\n<\/font><\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

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\n\tSri Aurobindo’s translation <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tof the Mother’s prayer of December 28, 1928
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

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\n

\n
\nPrayers and M\u00e9ditations  <\/font> 1 <\/font> <\/sup><\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tNovember 28, 19132 <\/sup><\/a><\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tMother Divine, grant that today may bring to us a completer
\nconsecration to Thy Will, a more integral gift of ourselves to Thy work, a more total forgetfulness of self, a greater illumination,
\na purer love. Grant that in a communion growing ever deeper, more constant and entire, we may be united always more and
\nmore closely to Thee and become Thy servitors worthy of Thee. Remove from us all egoism, root out all petty vanity, greed and
\nobscurity. May we be all ablaze with Thy divine Love; make us Thy torches in the world.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tFebruary 15, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t <\/p>\n

\n\tO Thou, sole Reality, Light of our light and Life of our life,
\nLove supreme, Saviour of the world, grant that more and more I may be perfectly awakened to the awareness of Thy
\nconstant presence. Let all my acts conform to Thy law; let there be no difference between my will and
\n\tThine. Extricate me
\nfrom the illusory consciousness of my mind, from its world of fantasies; let me identify my consciousness with the Absolute
\nConsciousness, for that art Thou. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tGive me constancy in the will to attain the end, give me
\nfirmness and energy and the courage which shakes off all torpor and lassitude.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nGive me the peace of perfect disinterestedness, the peace that makes Thy presence felt and Thy intervention effective, the
\npeace that is ever victorious over all bad will and every obscurity. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t1 Of the more than three hundred prayers in
\n<\/i>Pri\u00e8res et M\u00e9ditations  de la M\u00e8re, Sri<\/i>
\n`<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00b4
\n` Aurobindo translated twenty \u2014four fully or in part. These twenty \u2014four translations are<\/i>
\npresented in this section.<\/i> <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t2 The Mother titled this prayer: “A morning prayer”. 
\n\t\u2014Ed.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\nGrant, I implore Thee, that all in my being may be identified with Thee. May I be nothing else any more than a flame of love
\nutterly awakened to a supreme realisation of Thee.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tAugust 27, 1914
\n<\/a>
\n<\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tTo be the divine love, love powerful, infinite, unfathomable, in every activity, in all the worlds of being 
\n\u2014it is for this I cry to
\nThee, O Lord. Let me be consumed by this love divine, love powerful, infinite, unfathomable, in every activity, in all the
\nworlds of being! Transmute me into that burning brazier so that all the atmosphere of earth may be purified with its flame.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO, to be Thy Love infinitely. . . .
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tAugust 31, 1914
\n<\/a>
\n<\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tIn this formidable disorder and terrible destruction can be seen a great working, a necessary toil preparing the earth for a new
\nsowing which will rise in marvellous spikes of grain and give to the world the shining harvest of a new race. . . . The vision is
\nclear and precise, the plan of Thy divine law so plainly traced that peace has come back and installed itself in the hearts of the
\nworkers. There are no more doubts and hesitations, no longer any anguish or impatience. There is only the grand straight
\nline of the work eternally accomplishing itself in spite of all, against all, despite all contrary appearances and illusory detours.
\nThese physical personalities, moments unseizable in the infinite Becoming, know that they will have made humanity take one
\nfarther step, infallibly and without care for the inevitable results, whatever be the apparent momentary consequences: they unite
\nthemselves with Thee, O Master eternal, they unite themselves with Thee, O Mother universal, and in this double identity with
\nThat which is beyond and That which is all the manifestation they taste the infinite joy of the perfect certitude.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tPeace, peace in all the world. . . . <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tWar is an appearance,
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nTurmoil is an illusion, <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tPeace is there, immutable peace.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\n

\nMother, sweet Mother who I am, Thou art at once the destroyer and the builder.
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nThe whole universe lives in Thy breast with all its life innumerable and Thou livest in Thy immensity in the least of its
\natoms. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tAnd the aspiration of Thy infinitude turns towards That
\nwhich is not manifested, to cry to it for a manifestation ever more complete and more perfect.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAll is, in one time, in a triple and clairvoyant total consciousness, the Individual, the Universal, the Infinite.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tSeptember 1, 1914 <\/a> <\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tO Mother Divine, with what fervour, what ardent love I came to
\nThee in Thy deepest consciousness, in Thy high status of sublime love and perfect felicity, and I nestled so close into Thy arms
\nand loved Thee with so intense a love that I became altogether Thyself. Then in the silence of our mute ecstasy a voice from
\nyet profounder depths arose and the voice said, “Turn towards those who have need of thy love.” All the grades of consciousness appeared, all the successive worlds. Some were splendid and luminous, well ordered and clear; there knowledge was resplendent, expression was harmonious and vast, will was potent and invincible. Then the worlds darkened in a multiplicity more
\nand more chaotic, the Energy became violent and the material world obscure and sorrowful. And when in our infinite love
\nwe perceived in its entirety the hideous suffering of the world of misery and ignorance, when we saw our children locked in
\na sombre struggle, flung upon each other by energies that had deviated from
\n\ttheir true aim, we willed ardently that the light of Divine Love should be
\n\tmade manifest, a transfiguring force at the centre of these distracted
\n\telements. Then, that the will might be yet more powerful and effective, we
\n\tturned towards Thee, O unthinkable Supreme, and we implored Thy aid. And
\n\tfrom the unsounded depths of the Unknown a reply came sublime and formidable
\n\tand we knew that the earth was saved.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSeptember 25, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tA new light shall break upon the earth,
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nA new world shall be born, <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tAnd the things that were promised shall be fulfilled.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tSeptember 28, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t <\/p>\n

\n\tMy pen is mute to chant Thy presence, O Lord; yet art Thou like
\na king who has taken entire possession of his kingdom. Thou art there, organising, putting all in place, developing and increasing
\nevery province. Thou awakenest those that were asleep. Thou makest active those that were sinking towards inertia; Thou art
\nbuilding a harmony out of the whole. A day will come when the harmony shall be achieved and all the country shall be by its
\nvery life the bearer of Thy word and Thy manifestation. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tBut meanwhile my pen is mute to chant Thy praises.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tSeptember 30, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tO Thou, Sublime Love, to whom I gave never any other name,
\nbut who art so wholly the very substance of my being, Thou whom I feel vibrant and alive in the least of my atoms even as in
\nthe infinite universe and beyond, Thou who breathest in every breath, movest in the heart of all activities, art radiant through
\nall that is of good will and hidden behind all sufferings, Thou for whom I cherish a cult without limit which grows ever more
\nintense, permit that I may with more and more reason feel that I am Thyself wholly.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAnd Thou, O Lord, who art all this made one and much more, O sovereign Master, extreme limit of our thought, who
\nstandest for us at the threshold of the Unknown, make rise from that Unthinkable some new splendour, some possibility of
\na loftier and more integral realisation, that Thy work may be accomplished and the universe take one step farther towards the
\nsublime Identity, the supreme Manifestation. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tAnd now my pen falls mute and I adore Thee in silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\nOctober 5, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tIn the calm silence of Thy contemplation, O Divine Master,
\nNature is fortified and tempered anew. All principle of individuality is overpassed, she is plunged in Thy infinity that allows
\noneness to be realised in all domains without confusion, without disorder. The combined harmony of that which persists, that
\nwhich progresses and that which eternally is, is little by little accomplished in an always more complex, more extended and
\nmore lofty equilibrium. And this interchange of the three modes of life allows the plenitude of the manifestation.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nMany seek Thee at this hour in anguish and incertitude. May I be their mediator with Thee that Thy Light may illumine
\nthem, that Thy Peace may appease. My being is now only a point of support for Thy action and a centre for Thy consciousness.
\nWhere now are the limits, whither have fled the obstacles? Thou art the sovereign Lord of Thy kingdom.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tOctober 7, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tOh, let Light be poured on all the earth and Peace inhabit
\nevery heart. . . . Almost all know only the material life heavy, inert, conservative, obscure; their vital forces are so tied to this
\nphysical form of existence that, even when left to themselves and outside the body, they are still solely occupied with these
\nmaterial contingencies that are yet so harassing and painful. . . . Those in whom the mental life is awakened are restless, tormented, agitated, arbitrary, despotic. Caught altogether in the whirl of the renewals and transformations of which they dream,
\nthey are ready to destroy everything without knowledge of any foundation on which to construct and with their light made only
\nof blinding flashes they increase yet more the confusion rather than help it to cease.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nIn all there lacks the unchanging peace of Thy sovereign contemplation and the calm vision of Thy immutable Eternity.
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAnd with the infinite gratitude of the individual being to whom Thou hast
\naccorded this surpassing grace, I implore Thee,
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\nO Lord, that under cover of the present turmoil, in the very heart of this extreme confusion the miracle may be accomplished and
\nThy Law of supreme serenity and pure unchanging Light become visible to the perception of all and govern the earth in a humanity
\nat last awakened to Thy divine consciousness. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tO sweet Master, Thou hast heard my prayer, Thou wilt reply
\nto my call.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tOctober 14, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tMother Divine, Thou art with us; every day Thou givest me the assurance, and closely united in an identity which grows
\nmore and more total, more and more constant, we turn to the Lord of the universe and to That which is beyond in a great
\naspiration towards the new Light. All the earth is in our arms like a sick child who must be cured and for whom one has a
\nspecial affection because of his very weakness. Cradled on the immensity of the eternal becomings, ourselves those becomings,
\nwe contemplate hushed and glad the eternity of the immobile Silence where all is realised in the perfect Consciousness and
\nimmutable Existence, miraculous gate of all the unknown that is beyond.
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nThen is the veil torn, the inexpressible Glory uncovered and, suffused with the ineffable Splendour, we turn back towards the
\nworld to bring it the glad tidings. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tLord, Thou hast given me the happiness infinite. What being, what
\n\tcircumstances can have the power to take it away from me?
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\nOctober 25, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\tMy aspiration to Thee, O Lord, has taken the form of a beautiful
\nrose, harmonious, full in bloom, rich in fragrance. I stretch it out to Thee with both arms in a gesture of offering and I ask of
\nThee: “If my understanding is limited, widen it; if my knowledge is obscure, enlighten it; if my heart is empty of ardour, set it
\naflame; if my love is insignificant, make it intense; if my feelings are ignorant and egoistic, give them the full consciousness in the
\nTruth.” And the “I” which demands this of Thee, O Lord, is not a little personality lost amidst thousands of others; it is the
\nwhole earth that aspires to Thee in a movement full of fervour. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tIn the perfect silence of my contemplation all widens to
\ninfinity, and in the perfect peace of that silence Thou appearest in the resplendent glory of Thy Light.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tNovember 8, 1914<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tFor the plenitude of Thy Light we invoke Thee, O Lord! Awaken
\nin us the power to express Thee. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tAll is mute in the being as in a desert crypt; but in the heart
\nof the shadow, in the bosom of the silence burns the lamp that can never be extinguished, the fire of an ardent aspiration to
\nknow Thee and totally to live Thee. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tThe nights follow the days, new dawns unweariedly succeed
\nto past dawns, but always there mounts the scented flame that no stormwind can force to vacillate. Higher it climbs and higher and
\none day attains the vault still closed, the last obstacle opposing our union. And so pure, so erect, so proud is the flame that
\nsuddenly the obstacle is dissolved. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tThen Thou appearest in all Thy splendour, in the dazzling
\nforce of Thy infinite glory; at Thy contact the flame changes into a column of light that chases the shadows away for ever.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAnd the Word leaps forth, a supreme revelation!
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\nFebruary 15, 1915<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tO Lord of Truth, thrice have I implored Thy manifestation
\ninvoking Thee with deep fervour. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tThen, as always, the whole being made its total submission.
\nAt that moment the consciousness perceived the individual being mental, vital and physical, covered all over with dust and this
\nbeing lay prostrate before Thee, its forehead touching the earth, dust in the dust, and it cried to Thee, “O Lord, this being made
\nof dust prostrates itself before Thee praying to be consumed with the fire of the Truth that it may henceforth manifest only
\nThee.” Then Thou saidst to it, “Arise, thou art pure of all that is dust.” And suddenly, in a stroke, all the dust sank from it like
\na cloak that falls on the earth, and the being appeared erect, always as substantial but resplendent with a dazzling light.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tMarch 3, 1915<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tSolitude, a harsh intense solitude, and always this strong impression of having been flung down headlong into a hell of darkness! Never at any moment of my life, in any circumstances have I felt
\nmyself living in surroundings so entirely opposite to all that I am conscious of as true, so contrary to all that is the essence of my
\nlife. Sometimes when the impression and the contrast grow very intense, I cannot prevent my total submission from taking on
\na hue of melancholy, and the calm and mute converse with the Master within is transformed for a moment into an invocation
\nthat almost supplicates, “O Lord, what have I done that Thou hast thrown me thus into the sombre
\n\tNight?" But immediately the aspiration rises, still more ardent, "Spare this
\n\tbeing all weakness; suffer it to be the docile and clear \u2014eyed instrument of
\n\tThy work, whatever that work may be."<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMarch 7, 1915<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\tI am exiled from every spiritual happiness, and of all ordeals
\nthis, O Lord, is surely the most painful that Thou canst impose: but most of all the withdrawal of Thy Will which seems to be
\na sign of total disapprobation. Strong is the growing sense of rejection and it needs all the ardour of an untiring faith to keep
\nthe external consciousness thus abandoned to itself from being invaded by an irremediable sorrow. . . .
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nBut it refuses to despair, it refuses to believe that the misfortune is irreparable; it waits with humility in an obscure and
\nhidden effort and struggle for the breath of Thy perfect joy to penetrate it again. And perhaps each of its modest and secret
\nvictories is a true help brought to the earth. . . . <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tIf it were possible to come definitively out of this external
\nconsciousness, to take refuge in the divine consciousness! But that Thou hast forbidden and still and always Thou forbidst
\nit. No flight out of the world! The burden of its darkness and ugliness must be borne to the end even if all divine succour seems
\nto be withdrawn. I must remain in the bosom of the Night and walk on without compass, without beacon
\n\t\u2014light, without inner
\nguide. . . . <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tI will not even implore Thy mercy; for what Thou willst
\nfor me, I too will. All my energy is in tension solely to advance, always to advance, step after step, despite the depth of the darkness, despite the obstacles of the way, and whatever comes, O Lord, it is with a fervent and unchanging love that Thy decision
\nwill be welcomed. Even if Thou findest the instrument unfit to serve Thee, the instrument belongs to itself no more, it is Thine;
\nThou canst destroy or magnify it, it exists not in itself, it wills nothing, it can do nothing without Thee.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\nMarch 8, 1915<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tFor the most part the condition is one of calm and profound
\nindifference; the being feels neither desire nor repulsion, neither enthusiasm nor depression, neither joy nor sorrow. It regards
\nlife as a spectacle in which it takes only a very small part; it perceives its actions and reactions, conflicts and forces as things
\nthat at once belong to its own existence which overflows the small personality on every side and yet to that personality are
\naltogether foreign and remote. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tBut from time to time a great Breath passes, a great Breath
\nof sorrow, of anguished isolation, of spiritual destitution,  \u2014one might almost say, the despairing appeal of Earth abandoned by
\nthe Divine. It is a pang as silent as it is cruel, a sorrow submissive, without revolt, without any desire to avoid or pass out of it and
\nfull of an infinite sweetness in which suffering and felicity are closely wedded, something infinitely vast, great and deep, too
\ngreat, too deep perhaps to be understood by men  \u2014something that holds in it the seed of Tomorrow.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tDecember 26, 1916<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tAlways the word Thou makest me hear in the silence is sweet
\nand encouraging, O Lord. But I see not in what this instrument is worthy of the grace Thou accordest to it or how it will have
\nthe capacity to realise what Thou attendest from it. All in it appears so small, weak and ordinary, so lacking in intensity and
\nforce and amplitude in comparison with what it should be to undertake this overwhelming role. But I know that what the
\nmind thinks is of little importance. The mind itself knows it and, passive, it awaits the working out of Thy decree.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nThou bidst me strive without cease, and I could wish to have the indomitable ardour
\nthat prevails over every difficulty. But Thou hast put in my heart a peace so
\nsmiling that I fear I no longer know even how to strive. Things develop in me,
\nfaculties and activities, as flowers bloom, spontaneously and without effort, in
\na joy to be and a joy to grow, a joy to manifest Thee,
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\n

\nwhatever the mode of Thy manifestation. If struggle there is, it is so gentle and easy that it can hardly be given the name. But how
\nsmall is this heart to contain so great a love! and how weak this vital and physical being to carry the power to distribute it! Thus
\nThou hast placed me on the threshold of the marvellous Way, but will my feet have the strength to advance upon it? . . . But
\nThou repliest to me that my movement is to soar and it would be an error to wish to walk. . . . O Lord, how infinite is Thy
\ncompassion! Once more Thou hast taken me in Thy omnipotent arms and cradled me on Thy unfathomable heart, and Thy heart
\nsaid to me, “Torment not thyself at all, be confident like a child: art thou not myself crystallised for my work?”
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tDecember 27, 1916<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tO my beloved Lord, my heart is bowed before Thee, my arms
\nare stretched towards Thee imploring Thee to set all this being on fire with Thy sublime love that it may radiate from there on
\nthe world. My heart is wide open in my breast; my heart is open and turned towards Thee, it is open and empty that Thou mayst
\nfill it with Thy divine Love; it is empty of all but Thee and Thy presence fills it through and through and yet leaves it empty,
\nfor it can contain also all the infinite variety of the manifested world. . . .
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO Lord, my arms are outstretched in supplication towards Thee, my heart is wide open before Thee, that Thou mayst make
\nof it a reservoir of Thy infinite love. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t“Love me in all things, everywhere and in all beings” was
\nThy reply. I prostrate myself before Thee and ask of Thee to give me that power.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tDecember 29, 1916<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tO my sweet Lord, teach me to be the instrument of Thy Love.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMarch 31, 1917<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tEach time that a heart leaps at the touch of Thy divine Breath,
\na little more beauty seems to be born upon the earth, the air is embalmed with a sweet perfume and all becomes more friendly.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nHow great is Thy power, O Lord of all existences, that an atom of Thy joy is sufficient to efface so much darkness, so
\nmany sorrows and a single ray of Thy glory can light up thus the dullest pebble, illumine the blackest consciousness!
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nThou hast heaped Thy favours upon me, Thou hast unveiled to me many secrets, Thou hast made me taste many unexpected
\nand unhoped \u2014for joys, but no grace of Thine can be equal to this Thou grantest to me when a heart leaps at the touch of Thy
\ndivine Breath. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tAt these blessed hours all earth sings a hymn of gladness,
\nthe grasses shudder with pleasure, the air is vibrant with light, the trees lift towards heaven their most ardent prayer, the chant
\nof the birds becomes a canticle, the waves of the sea billow with love, the smile of children tells of the infinite and the souls of
\nmen appear in their eyes. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tTell me, wilt Thou grant me the marvellous power to give
\nbirth to this dawn in expectant hearts, to awaken the consciousness of men to Thy sublime presence and in this bare
\nand sorrowful world awaken a little of Thy true Paradise? What happiness, what riches, what terrestrial powers can equal this
\nwonderful gift? <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tO Lord, never have I implored Thee in vain, for that which
\nspeaks to Thee is Thyself in me. Drop by drop Thou allowest to fall in a fertilising rain the
\nliving and redeeming flame of Thy almighty love. When these <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tdrops of eternal light descend softly on our world of obscure
\nignorance, one would say a rain upon earth of golden stars one by one from a sombre firmament.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAll kneels in mute devotion before this ever \u2014renewed miracle.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nApril 28, 1917<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\t“Lo! here are flowers and benedictions! here is the smile of
\ndivine Love! It is without preferences and without repulsions. It streams out towards all in a generous flow and never takes back
\nits marvellous gifts.” <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tHer arms outstretched in a gesture of ecstasy, the eternal
\nMother pours upon the world the unceasing dew of her purest love.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\t
\n\tJuly 12, 1918<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tSuddenly, before Thee, all my pride fell. I understood how futile
\nit was in Thy Presence to wish to surmount oneself, and I wept, wept abundantly and without constraint the sweetest tears of
\nmy life. Tears sweet and beneficent, tears that opened my heart without constraint before Thee and melted in one miraculous
\nmoment all the remaining obstacles that could separate me from Thee!
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAnd now, although I weep no longer, I feel so near, so near to Thee that my whole being quivers with joy.
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nLet me stammer out my homage: <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\tI have cried too with the joy of a child, “O supreme and
\nonly Confidant, Thou who knowest beforehand all we can say to Thee because Thou art its source!
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n“O supreme and only Friend, Thou who acceptest, Thou who lovest, Thou who understandest us just as we are, because
\nit is Thyself who hast so made us! <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t“O supreme and only Guide, Thou who never gainsayest
\nour highest will because it is Thou Thyself who willest in it! <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t“It would be folly to seek elsewhere than in Thee for one
\nwho will listen, understand, love and guide, since always Thou art there ready to our call and never wilt Thou fail us.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n“Thou hast made me know the supreme, the sublime joy of a perfect confidence, an absolute security, a surrender total and
\nwithout reserve or colouring, free from effort and constraint. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n\t“Joyous like a child I have smiled and wept at once before
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nThee, O my well \u2014Beloved!"
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

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\nDecember 28, 1928
\n<\/a>
\n<\/b>
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tThere is a Power that no ruler can command; there is a Happiness that no earthly success can bring; there is a Light that no wisdom can possess; there is a Knowledge that no philosophy
\nand no science can master; there is a Bliss of which no satisfaction of desire can give the enjoyment; there is a thirst for Love
\nthat no human relation can appease; there is a Peace that one finds nowhere here, not even in death.
\n\t<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nIt is the Power, the Happiness, the Light, the Knowledge, the Bliss, the Love,
\nthe Peace that flow from the Divine Grace.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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