The Mother

Prayers and Meditations

Collected Works of the Mother
In 17 volumes

Volume 1

January 5, 1917

LOVE is nothing but the tie that binds and holds together all the flowers of Thy divine bouquet. It is an unobtrusive role, modest, unrecognised, a role essentially impersonal, which can find all its utility only in this very impersonality.

Because I am becoming more and more this tie, this link of union gathering the scattered fragments of Thy consciousness and enabling them, by grouping them together, to reconstitute better and better Thy consciousness, at once single and multiple, it was possible for me to see clearly what love is in the play of universal forces, what its place and mission; it is not an end in itself but it is Thy supreme means. Active, everywhere, between all things, everywhere it is veiled by the very things it unites, which, though feeling its effect, are sometimes not even aware of its presence.

O Lord, Thy sweetness has entered my soul and Thou hast filled all my being with joy.

And in this joy I have offered Thee a prayer so that it may reach up to Thee.