Mother Divine, You take care of all the countless creatures and their needs in ways we cannot even conceive, through seen and unseen hands. It is You who impels the heart and moves the hands that give, You who brings together the giver and the receiver, yet each thinks it is he who is helping. The one receiving the help too believes it is the man who helped not seeing the Power that moved his heart and the circumstances that brought things and people together by Thy agent of execution, Time. Man’s eyes are limited to the outer fields and appearances and knows not the Power that drives the engines of life from behind. Perhaps this illusion too is necessary at a certain stage so that we may put in the effort, else even when You would impel, man will refuse to do his bit which is part of the needed instrumentality in the totality of Thy cosmic play.
If only we could do what You bid us to do knowing fully that it is Your Knowledge that impels, Your Force that executes, Your Wisdom that determines the outcome and Your Love that carries us through it all, then life would be so much simpler, free of complications. But man’s mind prefers to keep Thee aside, shuts Thee in the cabin of his ideas or in the confines of a place as if he is the doer and he the enjoyer of the fruits. But by doing so he only limits Thy action, though only apparently so, since Thou art everywhere and in everything. What a relief it is to know that Thou art the sole doer while engaged in every action, to know that all is Thine while outwardly engaged in giving and getting.
May all be granted this release that comes by knowing that it is Thou alone who art playing in different forms, that there is nothing else but Thee.
Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
