Mother Divine, Maa, may we not be drowned in all the noise that the words create. Meant to be a bridge between the dumb and mute aspiration of the earth and the all-knowing Silence of the Supreme, words climb towards the sky as a many-tiered stairway from man to Thee. They should create a beautiful cascade of hymns and songs of adoration climbing to the skies of Silence where Vision replaces words and, further still where all is a still identity of oneness. Speech returns baffled from there though not without carrying some golden drops of Thy sunshine and the Ray. It can take us to the doors of the Sun but for the door to open it must fall silent and wait in the humblest adoration and the silent self-giving of our entire being.
Maa, may we be nourished by Thy Silences even as Thou nourishes us by Your Speech and Words.
Maa, Thy Silence opens the doors to the highest Wisdom. Silence, Silence, Silence….
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
