Mother

 जावयाचं पोर,हरामखोर!

This phrase came up in the last post while discussing the tendency of the mind to wander away from the stillness of the self or free standing awareness. 

Since it uses the metaphor in the context of relationships, it may be perhaps useful to see it through that lens further.

Haramkhor! Which means disloyal. One who betrays trust of a benefactor. Forgets the one who took it under the wings. Disregards the one who once gave shelter and a place in the heart when no one else cared. Because of who you are who you are and where you are today. 

What is the full proof way to prevent the mind from becoming a haramkhor, a betrayer of the self? Making the Self the object of your love. Mind turns where it finds unconditional love. Even the most misbehaved person becomes nice towards a person who means the most to him or her. Love makes you identify with the object of love. Making a wise choice about who you allow yourself to fall in love with ensures a path of growth and harmony instead of misery and destruction. 

If my mind is made to swear under oath, it may be compelled to testify that it hasn’t been easy on itself or on people close to it. Despite its faults, it has received immense love from family and friends all through life. Yet, nothing comes close to the love it has experienced coming from the heavenly Mother. It would testify under oath that despite this truth, it continues to wander away from the Mother, who is at the center of its own existence. Old conditionings make it put its face into a pile of mud when the sweetest honey lies within.  At the end of the day when it has to rest its head it comes looking for the lap that has always cradled it without questioning where it had been wandering all day. 

From the Mother, there is love that never ends.

When will the mind show the same unwavering love for the one who has been always there for it? For the one who has reminded it to not hold false pride and false doership? Who has been ever vigilant to steer it clear of deceit, stealth, vanity, retaliation, envy, discrimination? 

It is overdue! 

Mother’s Day is nearing. But it makes no difference. Every day Mother remained a mother and watched over me. I posed as a mother to two young people and Mother watched over them on my behalf too! I gathered the satisfaction of motherhood in my heart. Call it her Lila. Or Her generosity. 

The child in me has so much to learn. And it is so slow to learn. 

Yet mother remains patient. And refuses to give up on me.