18. Om vaktra laksmi parivaha calan minabha locanayai namah: I bow down to Amma whose eyes possess the luster of the fish that move about in the stream of beauty flowing from Her face
Eyes, the gateway to the heart. Have I ever looked into Amma's eyes? Truthfully, never. The few seconds one gets in front of Amma, is spent facing the creator. How does one look the creator in the eye? It's mildly possible to take in Her entire form. Sometimes, to perceive the absoluteness of life, one needs to step back, close your eyes. And gaze.
And I have gazed at Her, for as long as I could and here's the thing: Her face holds within it the beauty of the universe. I see in Her the sun's rays twinkling in the sea waters; the rainbow caught in the leaping waterfall; the clouds moving like white silk scarves in the sky; a deer running gracefully across the glades; fish swimming peacefully, cutting through the waters, it's silvery scales catching the light. Every thing poetic about this world.
Amma's face is also a mixture of emotions. There's a baby's innocence, a child's lovable naughtiness, a teenager's eagerness, a young person's awareness, a middle age wonderment at life's varied paths, an older person's wisdom and the graceful realization that life was really just a blink of an eye. Her eye.
Is it my love for Her that makes me think of it as so? I think not. When I look at people I love, my vision stays limited. But with Amma, Her visage truly opens your inner mind. After all, She is the creative power of the universe. A creative power that reflects everything beautiful from the outside and within.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
Eyes, the gateway to the heart. Have I ever looked into Amma's eyes? Truthfully, never. The few seconds one gets in front of Amma, is spent facing the creator. How does one look the creator in the eye? It's mildly possible to take in Her entire form. Sometimes, to perceive the absoluteness of life, one needs to step back, close your eyes. And gaze.
And I have gazed at Her, for as long as I could and here's the thing: Her face holds within it the beauty of the universe. I see in Her the sun's rays twinkling in the sea waters; the rainbow caught in the leaping waterfall; the clouds moving like white silk scarves in the sky; a deer running gracefully across the glades; fish swimming peacefully, cutting through the waters, it's silvery scales catching the light. Every thing poetic about this world.
Amma's face is also a mixture of emotions. There's a baby's innocence, a child's lovable naughtiness, a teenager's eagerness, a young person's awareness, a middle age wonderment at life's varied paths, an older person's wisdom and the graceful realization that life was really just a blink of an eye. Her eye.
Is it my love for Her that makes me think of it as so? I think not. When I look at people I love, my vision stays limited. But with Amma, Her visage truly opens your inner mind. After all, She is the creative power of the universe. A creative power that reflects everything beautiful from the outside and within.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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