Maiyya's Paradise

The little child is tired after playing the whole day. It is evening and some stars are already twinkling majestically in the orange sky. He runs inside his house, yearning for his mother, After-all a child’s world is his mother. Maiyya is sitting in the courtyard waiting for her son to come, for what is the nature of a mother and what is motherhood; to shower love on the child.

As the little child finds her he slows down his steps and admires her aura, only he can feel it. Maiyya’s eyes scintillate with affection as the child comes closer to her and rests his head in her lap. “Maiyya, please sing me to sleep”. And very slowly beginning with a faint voice, which echoes in the house, Maiyya begins to sing and the little child closes his eyes, entering a realm of bliss and elation.

Inside his dreams he sees a trillion stars, galaxies, celestial bodies and several planets. Maiyya runs her beautiful slender fingers over his forehead, like feathers float on the surface of still lakes. With the moving fingers, every spec inside his mind is blessed with a divine light. On one such planet, reside humans. Troubled by daily hassles, ego, anger, lust and pain. Failing to realise that all emotions if realised in their true nature can be a path to liberation. But do they realise this? Do they realise the tender touch of Maiyya’s fingers?

Maiyya’s fingers move more gently over his forehead…her voice deepens and she sings of songs of love and light, of the beauty of existence, the green of the leaves, the fragrance of sandalwood, the possibilities of life lived with righteousness and character, the purity of waters seeping deeper, the divinity of the spirit. Inside his forehead, with slight difficulty yet gradually the world realises that though darkness may seem overwhelming at times, but at the end the truth blooms, which is the holy light.

As the child relaxes completely, deep inside the world rejoices. As if the waves from Maiyya’s fingers are the blessings from her feet. The people bow down and shred their egos and bad habits and pledge to work incessantly with devotion. All the celestial bodies glimmer in happiness and the child smiles in his sleep. Very gradually he opens his eyes, unable to see his Maiyya he becomes anxious. With his little steps he runs to the other room where he sees Maiyya churning butter. “Kanhaiya, look I have this delicious butter for you!” Kanhaiya runs towards Yashoda Maiyya and hugs her tight!