39. Om kamesa jnata saubhagya mardavoru dvayanvitayai namah: I bow down to Amma the beauty and softness of whose thighs are known only to Kamesha, Her husband.
I know of Amma's beauty. She's as beautiful as the white sands in a pristine beach or the tall, majestic, monolith mountains, or the refreshing smell of fresh earth just before a welcome rain. I know of Amma's beauty when I see the goodness She brings out in me. I know of Amma's beauty when millions of children the world over are happy to share a mother. I know of Amma's beauty when the President of a country understands the true value of the mahatma he is standing in front of. I know of Amma's beauty when a wish that flits across my mind is granted. I know of Amma's beauty when She will only do what is right for us. I know of Amma's beauty when She gets me to meet incredible people like my spiritual siblings, Bindu and Michael. I know of Amma's beauty when I realize that how many ever lifetimes I live, I may never be able to fathom in it's entirety, Her true nature.
A few years ago when I went to Zermatt, I had the rare and very blessed opportunity to see the awe inspiring Matterhorn. As I stood staring at the resplendent mountain, I had the most incredible thought. I sat down and meditated. To Amma. And in the silence of the mountains, I found Her. In the beauty surrounding the majestic peaks, I felt a oneness with Her. The imposing Matterhorn. And yet, in it's ruggedness I felt Amma's soft presence. When the cool mountain air gently caressed my face, I felt Amma's omnipresence. And therein lies Her beauty. She's there. Every where. In every thing that's splendid, divine and beautiful. In the clear waters of a still lake. Or the little lavender flowers growing wildly on a swiss mountain. And like nature, Amma is the cradle of rest. Where I can repose my weary mind and know that She'll gently ease it back to happiness. Where I can unburden my worries and walk away, rejuvenated.
It is impossible for Amma's beauty to stay restricted. It's like the divine rays of the sun. Who's to lay claim to it? Thankfully, My mother is ubiquitous. Every where. Omnipresent.
And we're truly blessed for that!
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
I know of Amma's beauty. She's as beautiful as the white sands in a pristine beach or the tall, majestic, monolith mountains, or the refreshing smell of fresh earth just before a welcome rain. I know of Amma's beauty when I see the goodness She brings out in me. I know of Amma's beauty when millions of children the world over are happy to share a mother. I know of Amma's beauty when the President of a country understands the true value of the mahatma he is standing in front of. I know of Amma's beauty when a wish that flits across my mind is granted. I know of Amma's beauty when She will only do what is right for us. I know of Amma's beauty when She gets me to meet incredible people like my spiritual siblings, Bindu and Michael. I know of Amma's beauty when I realize that how many ever lifetimes I live, I may never be able to fathom in it's entirety, Her true nature.
A few years ago when I went to Zermatt, I had the rare and very blessed opportunity to see the awe inspiring Matterhorn. As I stood staring at the resplendent mountain, I had the most incredible thought. I sat down and meditated. To Amma. And in the silence of the mountains, I found Her. In the beauty surrounding the majestic peaks, I felt a oneness with Her. The imposing Matterhorn. And yet, in it's ruggedness I felt Amma's soft presence. When the cool mountain air gently caressed my face, I felt Amma's omnipresence. And therein lies Her beauty. She's there. Every where. In every thing that's splendid, divine and beautiful. In the clear waters of a still lake. Or the little lavender flowers growing wildly on a swiss mountain. And like nature, Amma is the cradle of rest. Where I can repose my weary mind and know that She'll gently ease it back to happiness. Where I can unburden my worries and walk away, rejuvenated.
It is impossible for Amma's beauty to stay restricted. It's like the divine rays of the sun. Who's to lay claim to it? Thankfully, My mother is ubiquitous. Every where. Omnipresent.
And we're truly blessed for that!
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
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