MAN AND HIS MISSION ... 18

MAN AND HIS MISSION ... 18

We are growing inside the womb of the Mother, gestating through matter and space, mind and spirit et al. Our birth we seek in liberation.

From the many to the One, from the form to the formless, from the dense dark unto ethereal light, from endless death unto life everlasting, from the severed part unto the healing whole, in pleasure and in pain we proceed.

The umbilical cord holds us to our Mother. Even as we forget, She ever holds us in Her vast memory. There is none to fear, nothing to fear for we are ever in the Mother's womb, guarded, protected by Her unfailing love unless we choose to chance upon fear of our own volition in experiential endeavour. We are the eternal explorers but all within the boundaries of Her nursery where we grow finally unto fruition.

And when the hour of final evolution comes, She leads us out into Her other domain, the vast world of timeless, spaceless, causeless, limitless freedom. The umbilical cord is severed at last if it be final freedom. Else, by subtle pull She draws us in to do Her work and holds us now by her cord of love, a luminous link that lights up the world and lifts souls unto freedom. Thus the Mother plays with us, thus the Mother dreams of Her children.

Written by Sugata Bose

Photo : courtesy, Moni Lahiri

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