There were two children much loved by their Mother,
A Mother protecting them against all odds, against all.
Two terrible children
whom an attentive Mother often scolded to prevent them from going astray,
and very often gave a firm, well-placed slap, strongly felt to keep them from falling.
A Mother who transformed the flame in their hearts into a burning fire.
They walked for a long time on a tightrope,
pushed by the intransigent ardor of an unleashed Mahakali,
And entered, mesmerized, into the enchanted world of radiant beauty and etenal Love
Then, one of the children began to run, far, far ahead, always further,
always higher, arms stretched toward the Mystery,
and disappeared into the Light deep within the Mother’s heart.
The other child continues to walk slowly, striving to follow the path laid out,
always accompanied by the burning ardor of Mahakali
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