Mother Divine, Maa may our life be a ceaseless sacrifice and service to Thee. What does it matter whether people understand us or not. After all who can ever understand. We do not understand even ourselves let alone understand others. Such is human opinions and judgment that the praise from human beings is as meaningless as the criticism. To live for human praise and to care for human opinions is to unwittingly step into a net of falsehood. For we are not here to exalt ourselves in the eyes of men but to be true and sincere in the eyes of God. What matters alone is how You see us. And for You we are all equally Thy children, Thy portions from all eternity. You neither criticise nor condemn but quietly go on moulding our clay, patiently shaping it into some figure and image of Thy Divine Perfection.
Maa, grant that we may be open and receptive to Thy Influence, plastic to Thy touch, supple and surrendered to Thy gracious hands that shape us, full of faith and certitude in Thy leading that works in ways beyond our reckoning.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
