Holy Mother
I dissolve in You.
Body, mind and soul.
Not like a drop of water in the ocean,
because the ocean is limited.
Nor like a grain of sand in the desert,
for the desert has boundaries.
You are Infinite.
Not like the Infinite of mathematics,
for that is lifeless
Nor like the Infinite of possible living beings,
For they do not include the non-living.
You are the Creator, whom nobody created.
You are the breath of life, although you are alive and not-alive.
I pray to thee, for the Glory of your vision,
Why you chose me, I do not know.
But then, I never had any choice.
My Mother, My Teacher and Guide through the Maze I can never penetrate alone. My Mother who called me through my Sister. This is a matter of faith. Not of reason. Not of logic.
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