The 0.01 percent of Mother in us all.
A Mother like no other - timeless, whole. Before I'm born, I am in Her. And after, She's in me. And when I die, Her hands, upheld in mudra, mine receive. A Breather of Desire, and a nag - She ever gently pushes me to tag along a golden, weary path I know - because it feels so good to dare to love, to grow. To know, to feel, to share this flame of Hers. A Child of Prana - I am Yours. Pranam, Mata
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AuthorNot here to prove anything to anybody. And no one needs to understand me. I only need to understand myself. In the end, it's all about Me (=You?), my (=your?) Self, and God. This page is only a sharing of little moments of connection, for your reading pleasure if you wish. Archives
November 2020
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