Clothed in sound, Ma Sarasvati, whose breath is the music of the soul, floating on the ocean of sound, singing the song of creation.  Her radiance fills all cells, emanating from the center of centerless existence, where the subtlest form merges into formlessness.  Ma Sarada, who wrings the hearts of Her devotees and drops their tears, like crystals, into the ocean of harmonics.

Mother Sarasvati is the all-flowing One of all-permeating grace.  She is the river of life ... the blood flowing through our veins.  Her lotus-likeness unfolds within us, moment to moment, bead to bead, ember to ember, touch to touch.  She is the formless energy crystallized through an intensity of concentration, so that the invocation is the space, and what one worships, one is.