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has to go away from the source to the ocean. But that doesn't mean that you are not in love with your mother.
So remember that love for the mother has to be more like respect, less like love. Love towards yoUr mother has to be more of the quality of gratefulness, respect -- deep respect. She has given you birth, she has brought you into the world. Your love has to be very very prayerful towards her.
So do whatsoever you can do to serve her. But don't make your love like the love for a beloved, otherwise you are confusing your mother with the beloved. And when goals are confused, you will become confused. So remember well that your destiny is to find a lover -- another woman, not your mother. Then only for the first time you will become perfectly mature. Because finding another woman means that now you are completely cut away from the mother... the final cord has been cut now.
That's why there is a subtle antagonism between the mother and the wife of her son; a very subtle antagonism -- all over the world. It has to be so, because the mother feels somehow that this woman has taken her son away from her. And that's natural in a way. Natural, but ignorant. The mother should be happy that some other woman has been found. Now her child is no more a child... he has become a mature, grown-up person. She should be happy, mm?
So you can be mature only in one way -- if you go away from the mother. And this is so on many levels of being. A son has someday to revolt against the father -- not without respect... with deep respect. But one has to revolt. This is the delicacy: revolution is there, rebellion is there, but with deep respect. If there is no respect then that is ugly. Then the rebellion is not beautiful. Then you are missing something. Rebel... be free... but be respectful, because the father, the mother, is the source.
So one has to go away from the parents. Not only away, but sometimes in many ways, against them. But that should not become anger. It should not be ugly. It should remain beautiful, respectful. If you go away, go, but touch the feet of your mother and father. Tell them that you have to go away... cry. But tell them
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