When I loved only few,
O mother, I missed love,
I left loving everyone,
And love took birth, in it's core.
When I was with someone,
O mother, I missed being,
I left them, left them all, am alone.
And it opened up being, with everything!
When I seeked pleasure from petty things,
O mother, I missed pleasure,
The seeking dropped, it grew manifolds,
Pleasure without anchor, a treasure trove.
I tried to get out of time,
O mother, I got stuck deeper.
I left trying anything,
And suddenly, time was no more!
Mother is a contradiction,
Life is, is, a duality.
Knows no logic, petty ideas,
Just being, in being even without the mother!