Mother is a Verb

Mother is a verb. Am. Ma. Anyone can. Mother a stranger. Mother me. Cherish the womb of a deeper silence. Give birth to your own heart.

There is so much outrage in the world! But the primal outrage is the separation of "I" from "AM," the sense that I have fallen away from my own boundless Being. This is the real cause of our world-anger. It's actually in-rage, not out-rage.

All the pain we humans inflict on each other reflects the pain of separation from our source. Yet the separation is an illusion, a dream. "I" have not fallen because there is really no distance between "I" and "AM." The source is nearer than my next heartbeat.

As a mother bears her infant, so "AM" gives birth to "I" with every breath. The ancient Madonna archetype expresses this insoluble bond of love, uniting the ocean of Ma to this little wave, this little "I." The irony is that I become truly selfless, not by destroying my self, but by reposing in the motherhood of Being. In her ocean there is forgiveness, rebirth, and the end of outrage. 

Drink from AM. This ego doesn't need to be killed off, as so many misguided ascetic traditions have taught. I survive. The whole ocean plays in each wave.

'Dalit Madonna' by Jyoti Sahi