The ordinary world is revealed for the thrilling glory it is. Having a bath becomes prayer, sharing a beer with an old friend becomes prayer, cheap songs on the taxi radio in the rain send essential mystic messages, the Mother sings and dances and claps her hands in everything. The bedraggled geraniums on the cafe balcony shine with as much holiness as the sublime slokas of the Gita. Everything is sign, signal, spark, secret laughter.
— Andrew Harvey, The Return of the Mother