Just a change of place of the weapons changes their purpose and effects! The same bow and arrows, that, in the hands of the God of Love, were the cause of man’s downfall into the sensual world, become, in the hands of the Mother Divine, the switches for turning our mind and senses towards the Eternal Bliss of Her Presence. It is something like the knife in the hands of the thief; if the same knife were in our hands, he runs away!
When we submit to that magical switch of Hers, we overflow with bhakti; and this together with the outpouring of Her Grace drenches us in the flood of that spiritual Bliss, and we forget ourselves as separate entities. When we delude ourselves as separate it is MAyA ; this is the worst state of existence. When we forget ourselves as separate it is Knowledge; it is the best state.