He also speaks of the downside of "an ever-present, totally loving mother," in that "you might actually believe that you are the center of the universe!" I, also, can relate to that. : - )
What Amaro seeks to place to rest for himself is his desire for nonduality, therefore, no separation into the me here, and the other there, and his desire to honor his mother, as his mother, as the incredible person she was. He speaks of two men, two "great masters," who he perceives of as "two supremely detached beings" who "built their temples on their mother's ashes." He says, "There's a mysterious twining here of both the realization of ultimate truth and the recognition of the unique quality of that personal connection on the material plane. It's almost as if the mother is the primordial symbol of reality, as she is the source of life on the physical plane."
I consider this now, as I feel my mother as so much a part of me, and yet, also as very separate from me. Maybe this is all my imagination, what I want to believe, or maybe she truly is sprinkling me with sugar and spice, as she flits here and there, and all about, and, maybe it doesn't matter, and, of course, it doesn't. "Nothing" matters, and nothing matters. However it is, I am joyous in the spring, as I feel her within and without, as one with all, as am I, and as participatory with me, as the I that I also seem to be, for now.
