2. Om sri maha rajnyai namah:..I bow down to Amma who is the empress of the universe
When Amma walks into a hall for satsang or darshan, what one sees isn't a small woman from Kerala; her stature can't stay confined to her height because she towers over every one in terms of her sheer presence. Every pair of eyes stays riveted on Her, mesmerised by Her majestic presence. Every person in the room wishes they could reach out and touch Her hand: those soft hands that calm, love and console all at once. Every one in the room wishes they could garland Her, wash Her feet, hold the flower petals, anything! Every one in the room wishes they could sit in front of the stage, where She may see you. When Amma speaks, the voice that can be compared to no other fills the air and my heart. When She sings, I hold on to the tune like one would, life itself. When Amma begins to give darshan, I wait, filled with hope. Love. Happiness. Sorrow. Life's lessons. And when that all engulfing embrace is over, I leave with the warmth only a mother can provide.
And yet therein lies the wonder. Because She's so much more than just a mother. She's the creator, the preserver and the destroyer. She's my universe. She's my provider. She's my answer and my question.
But more than all, She's my Empress. Of my life and my universe.
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
When Amma walks into a hall for satsang or darshan, what one sees isn't a small woman from Kerala; her stature can't stay confined to her height because she towers over every one in terms of her sheer presence. Every pair of eyes stays riveted on Her, mesmerised by Her majestic presence. Every person in the room wishes they could reach out and touch Her hand: those soft hands that calm, love and console all at once. Every one in the room wishes they could garland Her, wash Her feet, hold the flower petals, anything! Every one in the room wishes they could sit in front of the stage, where She may see you. When Amma speaks, the voice that can be compared to no other fills the air and my heart. When She sings, I hold on to the tune like one would, life itself. When Amma begins to give darshan, I wait, filled with hope. Love. Happiness. Sorrow. Life's lessons. And when that all engulfing embrace is over, I leave with the warmth only a mother can provide.
And yet therein lies the wonder. Because She's so much more than just a mother. She's the creator, the preserver and the destroyer. She's my universe. She's my provider. She's my answer and my question.
But more than all, She's my Empress. Of my life and my universe.
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
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