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In “Mahabharata,” an epic poem of ancient India, called the best classic of the humanity,
a riddle of life and death appears.
There are questions and answers that still resonate today.

What is heavier than the land,
What is faster than the wind,
And what is greater in number than people?

It is the mother who is heavier than the land,
It is the mind that is faster than the wind,
And it is the concern that is greater in number than people.

Children at the beach

A secluded sea at a poor village,
our gaze on the photo
moves to the children at the beach,
then stops at the mother in the left corner.

The mother’s face is not seen.
Along with her back under her nervous shoulders,
the grief of life gained from hard work and living
seems flowing in drops.

She will have to raise them as big as the children over there
this baby on her back,
the weight of the dark shadow
makes the mother heavier than the ground.

The children at the beach are just happy.
Sunlight and wind make them dance.
They do not have the memory of the time they were raised,
concern for the future,
but just enjoy the life of now and radiate their lives.
Children are sometimes selfish.
Even now, a mother’s warm gaze
would protect them, they believe.

Mother’s Rest

But now the mother’s gaze deflects the children.
She maybe is looking away.
Her gaze passes by the children
and heads for the sea.

The mother yearns for the sea as she is like the land.
Sea is opposite the land.
Ceaselessly splashes and shouts.
The sea puts mother’s worry and concerns to sleep.
Thoughts ceaselessly growing arrive at the sea.
Anything that understand me now
is the boundless sea right there.

But the mother standing like a tree
merely lets all those thoughts go.
Getting on a ship right there
and following the train of thought should never happen, she thinks.

The mother after a brief rest and her own time,
holds the children’s hands that she looked away from for a while,
and moves her heavy footsteps once again.