Mother Divine, Maa what a joy and release is there when we lay claim to nothing, want nothing, hold to nothing except Thee. How foolish to claim anything for this personality, one among several, as ephemeral as any other, that can be scattered to dust with a single breath of Time. How ignoble to take royalty for any thought or put the stamp of possession over anything when all is Thyself wearing masks of man and woman and child, or this and that creature, assuming this or that quality and name. Each element of creation, each personality, each form and name is nothing else but something of Thyself, limited for the Play. The whole universe is Thy temple, the quarters are the pillars and each creature an idol representing something of Thyself.
When we thus contemplate the vastness and magnificence of creation then life becomes a vast playground of Thy forces playing with Time and circumstance. All then becomes peace and joy and harmony and light. But the moment we shift our attention to this little ephemeral personality to which we give so much importance as if it was the permanent centre of creation and all must revolve around it, then all at once changes into misery, the playfield changes into a battleground and the play seems a monstrous accident. A little shift this way or that way changes everything.
May all discover this release.
Ever to the Vast, the Permanent, the True.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
