8. Om raga svarupa pasadhyayai namah: I bow down to Amma who is holding the rope of love in Her hand.
All the world's a stage and we're just puppets...thankfully, in Amma's hands! And the rope that Amma holds isn't just one of love. It's our lifeline.
So for one second I do the unthinkable: stand back and think of my life bereft of Amma's presence. It's such an alarming thought. All I can see is barrenness. Emptiness. And a darkness. My life may well have continued with the very same events but each minute, each day, would have had no grace or joy in it. I'd have been like a rudderless boat in the middle of the ocean drifting to wherever the waves took me. My spiritual landscape would have been unchartered territory and I would never have known gratitude.
I truly have much to be thankful to my father for. His seemingly innocuous words: "There's a Lady called Amma and She's a guru. I want us to go and visit Her in Vallickavu." A train ride and then the queue for darshan. 3 days that changed my life forever. When Amma hugged me for the first time, She gave me more than a loving embrace; She silently handed me that invisible lifeline of unending love. Every time I go back to Her, She renews the lifeline and suffuses it with even more love, more compassion and more grace.
I see the rope as more than just a rope. Apart from being a salvation, it's also an umbilical cord. We're tied to Her forever!! She's got it strongly around us and I know now that She'll never let us go. For how can She? She's a mother. But the doubt never lay in Her walking away. It's in us blind devotees who can't fathom the full extent of Her overwhelming love. When our faith breaks down and we question and doubt, She's smiling and pulling the rope even closer to Her. And then She carries us, roped and all, across the turbulent waters.
There are many a times I live in disquiet, Amma. I question. I falter. But if I should meditate deep enough, I'm sure I can feel that rope of love binding gently around me and the tug I feel at my heartstrings must surely be just that!
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
All the world's a stage and we're just puppets...thankfully, in Amma's hands! And the rope that Amma holds isn't just one of love. It's our lifeline.
So for one second I do the unthinkable: stand back and think of my life bereft of Amma's presence. It's such an alarming thought. All I can see is barrenness. Emptiness. And a darkness. My life may well have continued with the very same events but each minute, each day, would have had no grace or joy in it. I'd have been like a rudderless boat in the middle of the ocean drifting to wherever the waves took me. My spiritual landscape would have been unchartered territory and I would never have known gratitude.
I truly have much to be thankful to my father for. His seemingly innocuous words: "There's a Lady called Amma and She's a guru. I want us to go and visit Her in Vallickavu." A train ride and then the queue for darshan. 3 days that changed my life forever. When Amma hugged me for the first time, She gave me more than a loving embrace; She silently handed me that invisible lifeline of unending love. Every time I go back to Her, She renews the lifeline and suffuses it with even more love, more compassion and more grace.
I see the rope as more than just a rope. Apart from being a salvation, it's also an umbilical cord. We're tied to Her forever!! She's got it strongly around us and I know now that She'll never let us go. For how can She? She's a mother. But the doubt never lay in Her walking away. It's in us blind devotees who can't fathom the full extent of Her overwhelming love. When our faith breaks down and we question and doubt, She's smiling and pulling the rope even closer to Her. And then She carries us, roped and all, across the turbulent waters.
There are many a times I live in disquiet, Amma. I question. I falter. But if I should meditate deep enough, I'm sure I can feel that rope of love binding gently around me and the tug I feel at my heartstrings must surely be just that!
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
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