MOTHER, YOU ARE MY ALL
It is true that we are Mother's children. We are but the instruments in her hands. She is all-powerful, all in all, the divine dispenser, the primal power, the final repose, the intermediate refuge of all beings. Mother is the source, the course, the estuary, to pilfer from Romain Rolland this turn of phrase.
Mother protects and Mother destroys. Mother preserves and Mother annihilates when the cosmic forces are ready for the final oblivion. There is none but Mother in this cosmic spectacle where all are characters in a dream sequence held in Mother's will. She is the will, She is the way and She is the destiny divine where all will merge.
Mother, I prostrate myself at your feet and offer my body, mind and soul as oblation to the divine fire that ever rages as the symbol of the cosmic sacrifice whose focus you are. Jai Ma !
Written by Sugata Bose
Photo : courtesy, Moni Lahiri
It is true that we are Mother's children. We are but the instruments in her hands. She is all-powerful, all in all, the divine dispenser, the primal power, the final repose, the intermediate refuge of all beings. Mother is the source, the course, the estuary, to pilfer from Romain Rolland this turn of phrase.
Mother protects and Mother destroys. Mother preserves and Mother annihilates when the cosmic forces are ready for the final oblivion. There is none but Mother in this cosmic spectacle where all are characters in a dream sequence held in Mother's will. She is the will, She is the way and She is the destiny divine where all will merge.
Mother, I prostrate myself at your feet and offer my body, mind and soul as oblation to the divine fire that ever rages as the symbol of the cosmic sacrifice whose focus you are. Jai Ma !
Written by Sugata Bose
Photo : courtesy, Moni Lahiri
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