31. Om kanakangada keyura kamaniya bhujanvitayai namah: I bow down to Amma whose arms are beautifully adorned with golden armlets
How lucky are these armlets! What karma must bring them to adorn Amma's arms. Arms that tirelessly and selflessly reach out and embrace us. As I write this, I realise I have never really noticed Amma's arms. How does one look away from the rivetting beautiful countenance of Amma's?? But surely how fortunate these golden armlets are! They sit, quietly exulting in their good fortune, undisturbed, on Divinity's arms. No volunteers to tell them when to leave Amma's stage; no time restrictions; no tearful goodbye as Amma leaves the hall.
And it wouldn't matter how the goldsmith carved them. However their curves, they would look beautiful on Amma's arms. Who and what wouldn't? A leaf bobbing by in a gurgling brook: would that not partake of the stream's beauty? To be anywhere even close to Amma is a blessing! She's the epicenter of Love. The very core of compassion and righteousness. She's everything that's right with the world. She's the reason I wake up in the morning ready to face an unknown day. She's the reason that silver lining lights up even the darkest of my share of clouds. She's the reason "faith" is the path to tread. She's the reason that destiny will correct itself. She's the reason that nature will surpass it's own brilliance. She's the reason that goodness is a desired virtue. She's the reason that compassion is to many, a part of life. She's hope. She's my silver lining. She's my raison d'etre.
And like the golden armlet, Love binds me to Her side. May it always be so!
Om Amriteswariye namah!
How lucky are these armlets! What karma must bring them to adorn Amma's arms. Arms that tirelessly and selflessly reach out and embrace us. As I write this, I realise I have never really noticed Amma's arms. How does one look away from the rivetting beautiful countenance of Amma's?? But surely how fortunate these golden armlets are! They sit, quietly exulting in their good fortune, undisturbed, on Divinity's arms. No volunteers to tell them when to leave Amma's stage; no time restrictions; no tearful goodbye as Amma leaves the hall.
And it wouldn't matter how the goldsmith carved them. However their curves, they would look beautiful on Amma's arms. Who and what wouldn't? A leaf bobbing by in a gurgling brook: would that not partake of the stream's beauty? To be anywhere even close to Amma is a blessing! She's the epicenter of Love. The very core of compassion and righteousness. She's everything that's right with the world. She's the reason I wake up in the morning ready to face an unknown day. She's the reason that silver lining lights up even the darkest of my share of clouds. She's the reason "faith" is the path to tread. She's the reason that destiny will correct itself. She's the reason that nature will surpass it's own brilliance. She's the reason that goodness is a desired virtue. She's the reason that compassion is to many, a part of life. She's hope. She's my silver lining. She's my raison d'etre.
And like the golden armlet, Love binds me to Her side. May it always be so!
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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