There is a mother outside.
She follows everyone everywhere,
clad in white; jasmine white.
She casts a glance on everything.
Not even an ant escapes her vision.

She spreads a fragrance around,
the scent of love,
the smell of compassion,
the aroma of peace.

She embraces and kisses
every being and nonbeing,
from snakes to sanyasin,
atom to infinite.
Further and further
she bows to be servant for all!

There is a mother inside,
silent and serene,
sleepless and witnessing.
She is expressionless of expressions
and emotionless of emotions.
But she is the one behind everything.
Taster behind tastes,
actor behind actions,
sound of sounds,
vision of sights,
Smell of smells.
She is the feel of feelings,
a mother of all mothers.

— Satheesan Rangorath