The Call
Today, after a long time, you called me, Mother. I have no choice when you call. I left what I was doing and came to you. You looked anxious. Very lovely, very lonely and very anxious. What is bothering you. What disaster is about to happen. I worship you for yourself, not for your son, nor for his father. My adoration is for you and for you alone, beloved Mother. I cannot fathom the depth for your love, nor that of your knowledge, Cosmic Mother. I crave peace, and I know You will grant me that someday. The eternal peace of your bosom. It is within your power to grant anything. Peace, among other things. Why did you call me today ? What do you want me to do ?