2024-06-05 - In the Beginning, She was the World

The world is Mother.

Mother is the world and Mother is all of the world. It is comforting and yet somehow overwhelming. Sometimes it feels warm and safe; Mother is here and all is well. The hum of her presence is soothing, a constant of existence.

Other times Mother is too much a presence for comfort; too easy to get lost in, but is it possible to be lost when all the world is Mother? It is, Mother's presence always permeates the surrounding world, she is everywhere and everything. It is too much and all that there is.