The Mother is the Mother of all things, duh! She is the progenitor, the One, the original causal point of Creation; She is the beginning and the end. Some call Her Brahman, some call Her Dao, some the Way, others God, or even Emptiness. She is both the seed and the tree, the egg and the bird, the flower and the fruit. She lives among us as surely as we live among Her, for She is We and We is She. This is the nature of all things.
When one thinks of cosmological causality, one understands the Universe as chain reactions. By following this chain backward, we can arrive at a single point; yet before this there is Mystery. How did Something beget from Nothing? This is the Great Mystery, the central, ultra-generative paradox of Creation.
When it is said that “Man is made in the image of God,” this is what is meant: what makes Humanity special is our ability to see the Universe for what it is—to create, dream, abstract, and idealize. To the wise, they see God in everything, and thus everything applies to themselves as well. Thus lonely they cannot truly feel, for not only are they a part of a greater whole, but those around them who seem independent are in fact dependent upon the same causal strings. We all have the same Mother.
Yet the Mother is best described not by all these other terms. What one learns from all Her epithets is Her truly boundless compassion and love—and what better word for this than “Mother”? Yet it is not merely a fitting word, but one evocative at a deep spiritual level as well. The Mother loves you and everyone, and Her flaws are present in ourselves as well. The Mother’s love is forgiving and unconditional.
This is the truth of the Mother: yes, She is God, and yes, She is Emptiness, but these do not capture the true radiance of Her boundless love. Whenever you want to feel good, it would not hurt to call upon the One, for She is greatest among all things, the Mother of all things, and She is always waiting for you to hear Her call and feel Her warmth.