Poem: To My Flower Children (United States)

To My Flower Children You are angry with lifeLike small childrenWhose mother is lost in darknessYou sulk expressing despairAt the fruitless end to your journeyYou wear ugliness to discover beautyYou name everything false in the name of truthYou drain emotions to fill the cup of loveMy sweet children, my darlingsHow can you get peace by waging warWith yourself, with your being, with joy itselfEnough are your efforts of renunciationThe artificial mask of consolation. Now rest in the petals of the lotus flowerIn the lap of your gracious motherI will adorn your life with beautiful blossomsAnd fill your moments with joyful fragranceI will anoint your head with divine loveFor I cannot bear your torture anymoreLet me engulf you in the ocean of joySo you lose your being in the greater oneWho is smiling in your calyx of SelfSecretly hidden to tease you all the whileBe aware and you will find himVibrating your every fibre with blissful joyCovering the whole Universe with light. Mother Nirmala This poem was written by Shri Mataji in 1972 on Her first trip to America for the first public programs in Her presence.

Letter (United States)

My Dear Children, What are you searching? Why are you aimlessly and listlessly running about? The joy that you have searched in material gains, the joy that you are looking for in power, the joy that disappeared in the words of books–the so-called knowledge–is all lost in yourself, and you are still searching and seeking! You can pay attention to everything outside yourself! You are lost in your thoughts, like babes in the wood! But there is great hope that you can rise into the Heaven of “thoughtless” awareness, which we call Self-realisation. I invite you to this feast of Divine Bliss, which is pouring around you, even in this Kali-yuga, in these God-forsaken modern times. I hope you will come and enjoy the spiritual experience of the Life Eternal. With all My love and blessings. Your Mother, NIRMALA