19. Om nava campaka puspabha nasa danda virajitayai namah: I bow down to Amma who is resplendent with a nose that has the beauty of a newly blossoming campaka flower
Resplendent. Beauty. Flower.
Some common themes through the mantras that celebrate Amma.
Every time I see flowers being showered by Amma or a garland of flowers or tulsi leaves being put on Her, my only thought is: How lucky are these flowers?! For anything living or inanimate that is touched by Amma, is blessed!! Imagine that flower that sits gloriously around Amma's neck, being made even more fragrant by Her divinity. Imagine the petals as they leave Her hand, chosen to convey Amma's blessings to Her multitudes of devotees.
Amma, you are my everything. I cannot start a day without you; nor can the sun set on my night without a word with you. For me, your resplendence isn't just about your face or your beauty. It's about the fact that I have never seen a tikka that looks more divine than it does on your forehead; I have never seen earrings that look richer than the simple ones you wear; I have never seen a nose stud that lends as much beauty as yours; I have never seen a whiter saree ever; I have never heard a more melodious voice; I have never felt softer skin. I have never craved for someone's presence as I do for you. I have never cried as much as I do for you.
In you I see everything beautiful and dazzling. I feel the possibility of the impossible. I hear the mute tones of grace.
And if I, a mere human being, can feel the luminosity of your presence, how does one take away the pleasure of a campaka flower being allowed to lend it's blossom to your beauty?
Om Amriteswariye namah!
Resplendent. Beauty. Flower.
Some common themes through the mantras that celebrate Amma.
Every time I see flowers being showered by Amma or a garland of flowers or tulsi leaves being put on Her, my only thought is: How lucky are these flowers?! For anything living or inanimate that is touched by Amma, is blessed!! Imagine that flower that sits gloriously around Amma's neck, being made even more fragrant by Her divinity. Imagine the petals as they leave Her hand, chosen to convey Amma's blessings to Her multitudes of devotees.
Amma, you are my everything. I cannot start a day without you; nor can the sun set on my night without a word with you. For me, your resplendence isn't just about your face or your beauty. It's about the fact that I have never seen a tikka that looks more divine than it does on your forehead; I have never seen earrings that look richer than the simple ones you wear; I have never seen a nose stud that lends as much beauty as yours; I have never seen a whiter saree ever; I have never heard a more melodious voice; I have never felt softer skin. I have never craved for someone's presence as I do for you. I have never cried as much as I do for you.
In you I see everything beautiful and dazzling. I feel the possibility of the impossible. I hear the mute tones of grace.
And if I, a mere human being, can feel the luminosity of your presence, how does one take away the pleasure of a campaka flower being allowed to lend it's blossom to your beauty?
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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