Guest guest Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 He who has seen my Mother can he hate his brother? She loves everyone in the three worlds; her heart cries for all. With her there's no difference of caste, no distinction between high and low; all are the same. If she sees a Candala Like Rama with Guhak she clasps him to her breast. Ma is our Great Illusion, highest Nature, and Father our highest Self; that's why one feels love for all we feel love for all. If you worship the Mother hating her children she won't accept your puja; the Ten-Armed One will not. The day we forget the knowledge of difference on that day only will Ma come home to us. --Kazi Nazrul Islam from Singing to the Goddess: Poems to Kali and Uma from Bengal, by Rachel Fell McDermott. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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