An Ode to a Mother - I

                                        

                                              The Source

It was a movie in which I came across this Buddhist riddle:

" How can one ever prevent a drop of water from drying up?"

The answer......
                 .........a simple one:

"By throwing it into the sea...."

                .......where it can be where it belongs, united with its source..

The answer frees you and leads to a journey of discovery. And the first enquiry leads on to another. And then without realizing it we are on the road searching for our roots.

Whether we love and revere them or in anger reject, the wellspring that we come from leads directly to our parents. Perhaps that is the reason why most Asian cultures tend to emphasize roots, and ancestors are revered and prayed to.

In the final moment of truth, when it comes, we can be fulfilled only when we are complete with them and warm in their caring.....

              The Mantle

One day

When I was eight years old, 

On seeing the stars

Twinkling above so gaily

I snuggled to my mother's bosom

And told her:

"I would like a star studded blanket

To cover myself with."

Today

Standing alone on the shore

Wrapped in that star-studded mantle

I feel the loneliness

And the need

For her warm arms

Around me.