In contradictions

When I loved only few,

O mother, I missed love,

I left loving everyone,

And love took birth, in it's core.

When I was with someone,

O mother, I missed being,

I left them, left them all, am alone.

And it opened up being, with everything!

When I seeked pleasure from petty things,

O mother, I missed pleasure,

The seeking dropped, it grew manifolds,

Pleasure without anchor, a treasure trove.

I tried to get out of time,

O mother, I got stuck deeper.

I left trying anything,

And suddenly, time was no more!

Mother is a contradiction,

Life is, is, a duality.

Knows no logic, petty ideas,

Just being, in being even without the mother!