Mother Divine, Maa, what is this delusion and illusion of separate seeming when there is nothing else but Thee. We are ensnared by forms, we take our thoughts and feelings to be permanent. And then we launch ourselves into a struggle to force permanence upon them by our limited and ignorant will. Just a little stepping back shows us how all these things are fleeting images and states like a cinema show. Identified, involved and engrossed with the scenes we rejoice and suffer. But regardless of our wish and hope and fears, all our feelings and thoughts, even the concrete physical forms are as if constantly flowing and thereby changing, replaced or renewed by other forms and states. When we get attached to one particular mode or state or form for its own sake, we try to catch and keep it somehow as if it would be forever. It is like someone getting distracted by the landscapes that pass in a journey and stops and stays there, forgetting his goal and the path.
Maa, may this self-forgetfulness cease. Traveling through the ever-changing scenes and circumstances may we always remember Thee who alone art. May nothing hold us back nor distract and delay the journey. Always conscious of Thee may we never forget the goal Thou hast placed before us, not even for a moment, O Mother. To forget Thee is death, to remember Thee is to live.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
