Sweet and infinite Mother, Mother Divine, Maa, Thou art the sole doer yet such is the illusion built by the ego that we believe we are the doers. Perhaps the only thing to which we can lay our claim is the choice of the work. But this too remains buried and asleep for a long time. We are moved by Nature, a puppet of her hours, as a toy or a slave. And when with great difficulty we have mastered something of her forces and movements, we are still her dependent and slave. Maa, such is the mystery of Thy Workings in us that even when we consider ourselves most free, we are still bound by Nature from which only You can release us and make us Thy slave.
Maa, behind the complex and intricate workings of Nature it is the Lord, the Master of our souls, who sanctions the play of Nature in which Thy infinite Force wears a finite, limited front. But only to help us grow into our true divine destiny through all the trials and challenges of life. These are neither tests where we succeed or fail, nor are they judgments cast upon us by God the judge. They are all simply challenges that are designed to help us grow.
Maa, indeed all is Thy marvelous play, Thy Beauty, Thy Joy, Thy Love. All is Thee playing with our Lord with ourselves as Thy children born of Thy parts, portions of Thy Power, receivers and transmitters of Thy Light and Peace and Truth and Joy and Love.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
