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At the Feet of The Mother

The Life of Men

As we step aside from the whirl and vortex of everyday life, it is a chance to go still deeper into our souls, a chance to contemplate this wonderful Earth and us humanity upon it. It is a chance also to contemplate the life of countless creatures that thrive upon this planet, each in its place and its task appointed by mother Nature.

Man arrived and disturbed this balance, perhaps unknowingly. He too is still akin to the unconscious life of an animal minus the sure instinct of the bird and the best. Yet there is something in him that strives to reach out to heights of glory, to summits of consciousness and pinnacles of wisdom and power and delight. He holds within himself a double birth, an animal in his body, a god in his soul and his mind caught between the two.

He can chose to be yet another animal in which case he will be worse off, possibly soon to be extinct. Or else, and that is the high possibility that he carries in the womb of his all-too-human state, he can strive to evolve beyond his humanity and breath the freedom and delight of the gods. This is what the Divine Mother observes and reminds us:

Why all this noise, all this movement, this vain and futile agitation; why this whirlwind carrying men away like a swarm of flies caught in a storm? How sad is the sight of all that wasted energy, all those useless efforts! When will they stop dancing like puppets on a string, pulled they know not by whom or what? When will they find time to sit quietly and go within, to recollect themselves and open that inner door which screens from them Thy priceless treasures, Thy infinite boons? . . .
How sorrowful and miserable seems to me their life of ignorance and obscurity, their life of mad agitation and unprofitable dispersion!—when one single spark of Thy sublime light, one single drop of Thy divine love, can transform this suffering into an ocean of delight! O Lord, my prayer soars towards Thee: May they know at last Thy peace and that calm and irresistible strength which comes of an immutable serenity—the privilege of those whose eyes have been opened and who are able to contemplate Thee in the flaming core of their being.

But the hour of Thy manifestation is come. And soon hymns of gladness will burst forth on every side. Before the solemnity of this hour I bow down in devotion.

CWM 1: 38

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