Moon beams holding hands
reach in the heart of the lake.
where the heart of the Mother sleeps
in the quiet of the night.
The moonbeams,
tremulous, excited with the meeting with the Mother
are gently groping their way
into the lake, without a ripple.
The spirits of discord, envy, jealousy,
futile wars,
stand apart and watch! Tonight may be the hour
when the moonbeams will ring the bells.
Be silent and watchful,
listen intently
to the voice of the Mother Divine,
she is the Mother to all;
she speaks to the Humankind. This hour may not strike again.
Listen with all the faith.