3. Om srimat simhasanesvaryai namah: I bow down to Amma who is the Queen of the most glorious throne.
Those who volunteer at Amma's programs will know the flurry of activity that goes in to preparing the stage and the setting for Amma's arrival. As the stage is being given finishing touches, devotees from the ashram pay perfect attention to the seat Amma will sit on. A beautiful drape goes over it and care is taken as ends of the fabric are gently tucked away. All the creases are lovingly rubbed down and a practiced hand will ensure there is nothing to disturb or create discomfort for the Empress of the universe. For She must sit on a throne that befits Her glory; a throne from which She reaches out and performs the unfathomable miracle of delving deep within us and awakening a consciousness we thought not possible. This throne must accommodate a love that envelops the universe and all of blessed mankind. This throne must have the capacity to hold Her infinite compassion that transcends genders, nationality, races, religions, social stature.
Many a times I have jealously looked on, as the lucky devotees from the ashram prepared this throne. And many a times I have wondered whether the seat remained inanimate after that. After Amma leaves the programme, devotees scramble to touch the throne, to pick up scattered petals, to touch the tissue that Amma used (which now lies tucked away in a happy corner of the seat) or to merely smell the arm rest that teasingly smells of Amma and roses. Reminders that Amma was there. Is there. And in that preserved rose petal, will still be there. The drape is taken out as gently as it was put on. The seat is moved away and somewhere else soon, another seat will be prepared that will hope to seat all that compassion, love and beauty. Amma, the queen of our hearts, will sit down on many more thrones, making each one glorious and worthy.
But for me, it goes beyond a seat prepared with love. For me, the glorious throne is my heart. Our heart. Which we lovingly prepare removing all the blemishes, tucking away all ends that need to find their place. Our hearts and our minds that will only walk the rightful path as defined by Her, straying from which may cause Her discomfort. Our hearts are Her true thrones which we need to make glorious and befitting, through our actions and thoughts, of Her presence.
And I pray to you Amma, to give me the strength to do what's right, always. It's only then that your infinite compassion and love can be seated within me.
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
Those who volunteer at Amma's programs will know the flurry of activity that goes in to preparing the stage and the setting for Amma's arrival. As the stage is being given finishing touches, devotees from the ashram pay perfect attention to the seat Amma will sit on. A beautiful drape goes over it and care is taken as ends of the fabric are gently tucked away. All the creases are lovingly rubbed down and a practiced hand will ensure there is nothing to disturb or create discomfort for the Empress of the universe. For She must sit on a throne that befits Her glory; a throne from which She reaches out and performs the unfathomable miracle of delving deep within us and awakening a consciousness we thought not possible. This throne must accommodate a love that envelops the universe and all of blessed mankind. This throne must have the capacity to hold Her infinite compassion that transcends genders, nationality, races, religions, social stature.
Many a times I have jealously looked on, as the lucky devotees from the ashram prepared this throne. And many a times I have wondered whether the seat remained inanimate after that. After Amma leaves the programme, devotees scramble to touch the throne, to pick up scattered petals, to touch the tissue that Amma used (which now lies tucked away in a happy corner of the seat) or to merely smell the arm rest that teasingly smells of Amma and roses. Reminders that Amma was there. Is there. And in that preserved rose petal, will still be there. The drape is taken out as gently as it was put on. The seat is moved away and somewhere else soon, another seat will be prepared that will hope to seat all that compassion, love and beauty. Amma, the queen of our hearts, will sit down on many more thrones, making each one glorious and worthy.
But for me, it goes beyond a seat prepared with love. For me, the glorious throne is my heart. Our heart. Which we lovingly prepare removing all the blemishes, tucking away all ends that need to find their place. Our hearts and our minds that will only walk the rightful path as defined by Her, straying from which may cause Her discomfort. Our hearts are Her true thrones which we need to make glorious and befitting, through our actions and thoughts, of Her presence.
And I pray to you Amma, to give me the strength to do what's right, always. It's only then that your infinite compassion and love can be seated within me.
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
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