When I sit to meditate,
When I strive to do this, or not do that,
Mother whispers…
“What are you doing?
Am I not here?
Where would you go to find me?
What would you do to gain my Love,
Which is now, has always been,
And will forever be yours?
Why do you hurt me so,
As if I care for renunciation and disciplines,
Accomplishment and merit.
Do you not Know me?
My Little One, My Beloved,
My Very Own.
I am here for you Always,
Here… in your Heart,
Whether you're a good boy…
Or bad.
When I strive to do this, or not do that,
Mother whispers…
“What are you doing?
Am I not here?
Where would you go to find me?
What would you do to gain my Love,
Which is now, has always been,
And will forever be yours?
Why do you hurt me so,
As if I care for renunciation and disciplines,
Accomplishment and merit.
Do you not Know me?
My Little One, My Beloved,
My Very Own.
I am here for you Always,
Here… in your Heart,
Whether you're a good boy…
Or bad.
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