Mother Divine, Maa, as the day dawns amidst these mountains it feels as if an aspiration is rising from the dumb bosom of the earth to reach the skies. This aspiration is solid, concrete, strong, powerful, silent without words yet so living and real. Perhaps that is why human beings have felt the need to withdraw into their bosom from time to time to nurture and awaken this aspiration in deep dense solitude. The pure air in these mountains seems to also help purify our physical being and heal our body and mind. Yet, beautiful and majestic and strong as they are, the warrior soul cannot rest here as its permanent abode. It must traverse the delightful and dangerous plains of earth, feel the touch of the vast enormous sea and, facing the peril and the pain, engage in the collective march of mankind.
Maa, the whole earth is a Yagya Vedi, the sacrificial altar upon which Nature offers all its creatures into the sacrificial flame of aspiration that burns within its core. She does so with the intent of awakening and manifesting the concealed divinity sleeping within her heart. And it is only with the emergence of this concealed divinity within her that earth can be truly saved. All other means are approximations or else a fruitless labour.
Maa, may our Earth burst forth with the splendour and beauty of the divinity within her. May the new being for which she has waited for long arise out of the old and justify the long labour. May all be fulfilled for which our souls came to earth driven by a secret need to undertake the adventure of the Unknown.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
