Maine maȧ ko dekhaa hai

We see the (divine) mother but we do not see the effect of her love just like we see a single flower but cannot see the mala (unity of flowers).

Sometimes, in our home, the mother’s photo exists, but with luck, we can get some time to see the real One. Sometimes we get lost yet in being lost we fearfully try to grasp and hug someone. Sometimes when no sleep is forthcoming, I can only sing…but my mind is thirsty. I am thirsty for the one I cannot see.

There is absolutely no doubt about the purity of Mother’s heart. In Her mind, there are no ill feelings. That is why Her name and Her work are great. Mother represents the love of God, she leads us to the right path. A paper that exists without her representation (photo) is not worthy of existence.

Great love and exemplary simplicity represent the Mother. She is good, generous, and honest. She sees no fault in anyone and she sees no difference in persons, all are equal. Oh, the house cannot be the wider world. I can see the wider world