To My Flower Children

You are angry with life Like small children Whose Mother is lost in darkness. You sulk expressing despair At the fruitless end of your journey. You wear ugliness to discover beauty, You name everything false in the name of truth, You drain out emotions to fill the cup of love. My sweet children, my darlings How can you get peace by waging war With yourself, with your being, with joy itself. Enough are your efforts of renunciation; The artificial mask of consolation Now rest in the petals of the lotus flower In the lap of your gracious Mother. I will adorn your life with beautiful blossoms And fill your moments with joyful fragrance. I will anoint your head with Divine Love, For I cannot bear your torture anymore Let me engulf you in the ocean of joy So you lose your being in the Greater One Who is smiling in your calyx of Self Secretly hidden to tease you all the while. Be aware and you will find Him Vibrating your every fibre with blissful joy, Covering the whole universe with light.

Mother Nirmala.

Written on returning from a trip to America in 1976?


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