Oh Maa,
this pashu-mind runs in circles,
seeking nectar in mirages,
forgetting that the source of all thirst
is You alone Maa!
I hunt success, position, future, identity,
only to crawl back bruised and hollow,
and weep at Your sacred Asana
like a child confessing its day to the Mother
who never judges its failures.
I fight You sometimes, Maa.
I doubt Your rhythm, question Your silence.
Yet You remain,
unshaken, vast, forgiving,
and cradle me even when I fight with you......
In one instant You could erase me,
yet You choose mercy, patience, tenderness.
Who loves like this, if not You?
Oh Maa, pierce this illusion swiftly.
Engrave the truth into my soul,
that every longing is You calling me home.
Let me dissolve into Your oneness
and remain held in Your infinite womb.
Oh Maa, carry this foolish child home.
- By Shwetha Shisya of Gurudev Shri Praveen Radhakrishnan