Prithvī

Tritiya - Earth A mother is always there for us, she is always there with us. So is the Earth. She is always there for us, she is always with us. She is there with us from the start to the end. Even in the end, we return to her lap, as the Bible says, ‘Dust thou art, and unto dust thou returnest’. After that fatalistic perspective let us look at what she does as we live. Every monsoon the farmers of the land go to their fields to plough. Before they do so they offer a small worship to the Earth in gratitude for the plenty they had the previous year and in anticipation for a plenty in the next. Then they plough singing the praises of the Earth and the Rain in the form of folk songs. Like them, we are all indebted to Mother Earth. From earthworms in the ground to the trees in the forest, from the fish in the sea to the yaks in the Himalaya, all are fed and raised by the same Mother Earth. In the entire literature known as the Vedas, the longest hymn is interestingly addressed to the Earth. We will end the blog with a quote from that. ‘O Prithivī, thy centre and thy navel, all forces that have issued from thy body. Set us amid those forces; breathe upon us. I am the son of Earth, Earth is my Mother. Parjanya is my Sire; may he promote me’.