Mother Divine, Maa, You come to us in so many ways, under so many guises, wearing the mask of so many forms and names. It becomes evident that there is nothing so small or humble, nothing so mean and modest that You cannot use it as your instrument. This has been our constant experience that You not only speak through the lips of the learned but also through the babble of a child. Even the commonest of common can be used by Thee to serve Your grand plan and cosmic purpose. Why do men pride in being Thy instrument when the whole creation is indeed Thy instrument meant to serve Thy Purpose. And if one instrument is better than another in terms of its capacity, it is again only because it is You who has so prepared it.
Therefore, is pride so absurd and meaningless when all is Thy doing, Thy Work and Thy Play.
Grant us all humility, the true humility that knows that we are in fact nothing without Thee.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
