15. Om astami candra vibhraja dalika sthala sobhitayai namah: I bow down to Amma whose forehead shines like the crescent moon of the eighth night of the lunar half moon.
There's something enigmatic about the moon. Ever since I was a child, I never tired of looking out at the moon. It was radiant and beautiful. It was where I turned to, for a breather from the pace. It was where I got lost in my imagination of the vivid. It was where I rested, staring at it endlessly, mesmerized by my friend in the sky.
And so I love this mantra. Yes, Amma and the moon. The radiance, the beauty, the place where I rest my dreams and my imagination. Amma's forehead shines like the crescent moon. Wearing a crown adorned with sparkling rubies, Amma's forehead shines like a crescent moon in a dark sky. That moon everyone looks up to, for light and comfort on a dark night.
I find every mantra celebrating Her beauty, so perfect. Every thing about Amma is so wondrously beautiful. Her smile, Her face, Her hair, Her crown, Her forehead. Everything that reaches out like water to the thirsty.
Amma, you are perfect! Or rather, Perfect, is You!
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
There's something enigmatic about the moon. Ever since I was a child, I never tired of looking out at the moon. It was radiant and beautiful. It was where I turned to, for a breather from the pace. It was where I got lost in my imagination of the vivid. It was where I rested, staring at it endlessly, mesmerized by my friend in the sky.
And so I love this mantra. Yes, Amma and the moon. The radiance, the beauty, the place where I rest my dreams and my imagination. Amma's forehead shines like the crescent moon. Wearing a crown adorned with sparkling rubies, Amma's forehead shines like a crescent moon in a dark sky. That moon everyone looks up to, for light and comfort on a dark night.
I find every mantra celebrating Her beauty, so perfect. Every thing about Amma is so wondrously beautiful. Her smile, Her face, Her hair, Her crown, Her forehead. Everything that reaches out like water to the thirsty.
Amma, you are perfect! Or rather, Perfect, is You!
Om Amriteswariye Namah!
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