No one explains this idea better than a Sanskrit Hymn from around 900-1000 C.E.
For some time now, having kind of struggled with another one of my many writer’s blocks, I have been feeling like calling on The Mother to help. I am sure you remember that feeling at least once during your childhood.
Hindu philosophy, which is a way of life more than a formal religion, gives us the freedom to make sense of the Unknowable in any way that helps. Thus God as the Father, the Mother, the Son, the Daughter, the Planets, the Stars, are all options. A core concept drawn from human experience is that Divinity in practice is a dual complementarity. Yin-Yang, Male-Female, Power-Energy. Shiv, the image of power becomes the Father with his union with Shakti, the image of Energy and together they create, inhabit, populate, and play with the universe. By the way, if you want to change the names, our deities delight in being named as many different ways as human ingenuity can come up with.
But though God the Father is often central even in this philosophy, sometimes the only thing to do is call on Mom. The hymn I want to introduce to you is attributed to a brilliant young thinker called Ādi Shankarāchārya. He traveled the length and breadth of the Indian subcontinent and is credited with reviving Vedic Dharma (aka Hinduism) single-handed after many Buddha-inspired centuries in the land.
Like I said, sometimes the only thing one can do is call on Mom.
Read my admittedly amateur translation of this hymn and I hope you will find that in some ways it speaks to how you want to talk to Divinity. It certainly describes how I feel in my advanced age!