IF only my body could vibrate with Thy name
As a kitten purrs, its constant joy expressed,
And there rise in me a mystic mantra's sound
Calling Thee always in consecration' sprayer!

Music has been the inner expressive force
Charging my youth and my years in Auroville,
The Ashram choir, the night we sang to Thee--
But now a new voice dominates my days.
Somewhere behind the heart a singer sings
Recalling Thy Face, Thy Touch, The Sacred Years
When again Thy Feet descended touching earth,
And through half -blind and shuttered inner doors
We glimpsed or felt the brilliant light of Thee.

I do not know if the flame is stronger now
Than in those youthful years when you cleaved my heart
And installed therein the fierce and cleansing fire,
But I know love grows and silent gratitude.

For in these days when the earth so despairingly cries
I feel Thee near and wait the sacred hour
When the Lord in his golden image shall descend
With Thee, O my mother, his white eternal bride.