Mother Divine, Maa, sometimes, in lucid moments, one can feel the aspiration of the earth rising through the human body towards Thee. It takes the form of an aspiration in the body itself, an aspiration for something it seeks to be that it cannot fully articulate. The mind then tries to give it words, it feels in this silent aspiration an offering of itself to the Divine Source within it, to Thee, to be Thy faithful and flawless and perfect tool and instrument in Thy hands, to be Thy flute and lyre and sword or whatever else Thou Wills’t. Silently it lies at Thy Feet, without expectation, but full of a joyous offering, to be quite simply what Thou wouldst want it to be.
Maa, may this bodily instrument be in Thy Service in whatever way You would want it to be.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
