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At the fall of progeny mother's hand for punishment rises, at the progress of the progeny her head in favour rises. And this is what happensthe compassion weeping in the eyes of mother Prakrti
drop by drop in the form of eye-drops is telling to every particle something:
“Mutual quarrel took place amongst you much happened, wrongly happened.
Why bent on destroying and getting destroyed being so intelligent! Engaged in utter destruction, bathed in poison!
By this happening the mother has got wounded badly.
Don't make life a battle, dry the wound of mother Prakrati!
Be merciful! Have kindness on the unkind. Be fearless! Pour nectar-rains of fearlessness
Silent Soil :: 149
