Mother Divine

You are with me always. Your love cocoons me. I am embalmed in your compassion. Mother of Everything How did I survive all these years without realizing you ! You touched my soul and my life changed. I can feel you within me day and night. You even changed the way I write. Now words of endearment come to me naturally, with the sweetness of a mother's love. Divine witness at Golgotha ! How can you not love mankind. You who were born to bear the Totality and to bear witness to the Final Fusion on the Cross and then vanish forever, without a word. But now I know. You never vanished. You stayed on Invisibly to sustain the world and all its creatures. How did I fail to see you all these years. But then Eternity is such a long time, maybe these few years do not count.

Before The Birth: The One manifested as Three - The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit. The Birth: In Bethlehem there was the father, the mother and the son. End of the Birth (Luke 23:39-43): On Golgotha were The Three crosses. In the Center was the Son, who had decided to shed His body to return whence He emanated. On His left side was a man, the mere body of man, who railed - "If you are the Christ, save yourself and us". This is the quintessential man - the victim of emotions, happiness, grief, pain, anger, frustration, despair and of little faith. He rejoices greatly, and condemns others. On His other side was the goodness of the soul of man aspiring to The One, rebuking his lesser self on the other side of The Son ("Do you not fear God, seeing that you are in the same condemnation? And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward of our deeds"), even at the time of death and pleading only to be 'remembered' when The Son is where He ...

Hallowed Mother. Bearer of Eternal Mysteries. You are with me always. Your love cocoons me. I am embalmed in your compassion. Mother of Everything How did I survive all these years without realizing you ! You touched my soul and my life changed. I can feel you within me day and night. You even changed the way I write. Now words of endearment come to me naturally, with the sweetness of a mother's love. Divine witness at Golgotha ! How can you not love mankind. You who were born to bear the Totality and to bear silent witness to the Final Fusion on the Cross and then vanish forever without a word. But now I know. You never vanished. You stayed on Invisibly to sustain the world and all its creatures. To teach the meaning and anguish of selfless Love. How did I fail to see you all these years. But then Eternity is such a long time, maybe these few years do not count.

Holy Mother. Give me strength. My heart sprints out of control. And my mind is weak. I saw you on Golgotha, standing next to the beloved disciple. You were like a statue hewn of the finest marble. Not a tear besmirched your face. No groan distorted your silent grief. I saw the Myrrh-bearer weep holding bravely on to the foot of the cross. I saw fear, I smelt shame. But, glory to thee Madonna, you led by example. You heard and so do I, the final resignation in that voice of voices- It is over. You, the mother, who bore in yourself creation itself. I lack your strength. I lack your belief. I lack your instinctive knowledge of eternal truths. So I beg thee Mother, give me strength. Strength to bear the cross that is life, Till I too can leave this worthless shell behind.