A Single Prayer of the Body

Things have taken an extreme form. There’s a sort of lifting of the whole atmosphere towards an almost… inconceivable splendor, but at the same time, there’s a feeling that one can… die any moment—not “die,” but the body could dissolve. Both things together make up a consciousness in which… (Mother shakes her head) all past experiences seem puerile, childish, unconscious. And this… is stupendous and wonderful.

But the body, the body has a single prayer—always the same:

Make me worthy of knowing You
Make me worthy of serving You
Make me worthy of being You

Ref : The Mother’s Agenda