37. Om arunaruna kausumbha vastra bhasvat kati tatyai namah: I bow down to Amma whose hips are adorned with a garment as red as the rising sun, which is dyed with an extract from safflower blossoms
I think it wonderful that Amma can be described in so many ways! There are thankfully enough words that can come close to capturing Her beauty.
Amma, on whose shoulders lie our secrets, joys and sorrows. How easy it is to reach Her altar and forget about every other person's presence! How easy it is to kneel in front of Amma and feel such an overwhelming sense of love, that the mere thought of Her leaving, hurts?
Amma, my majestic and stately mother whose mere presence not only awakens our subconscious but also cleanses our karma.
Amma, my darling mother whose ability to love is so enormous, She holds the world in Her arms.
Amma, my mother for whom devotees wait hours on end for one single hug. And a reassurance of a lifetime. And of course, a universal dollop of love.
Amma, whose only desire is to wipe the tear of every child's face.
Amma, in whose presence the mind calms and the desire to be good is so strong!
Everything about Her is magnificent. Larger than life. Nature is possibly the closest that can come to holding a candle to Her.
Amma's hips, adorned with a red garment: as red as the rising sun.
Because for Amma, nothing but the highest and brightest will do.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
I think it wonderful that Amma can be described in so many ways! There are thankfully enough words that can come close to capturing Her beauty.
Amma, on whose shoulders lie our secrets, joys and sorrows. How easy it is to reach Her altar and forget about every other person's presence! How easy it is to kneel in front of Amma and feel such an overwhelming sense of love, that the mere thought of Her leaving, hurts?
Amma, my majestic and stately mother whose mere presence not only awakens our subconscious but also cleanses our karma.
Amma, my darling mother whose ability to love is so enormous, She holds the world in Her arms.
Amma, my mother for whom devotees wait hours on end for one single hug. And a reassurance of a lifetime. And of course, a universal dollop of love.
Amma, whose only desire is to wipe the tear of every child's face.
Amma, in whose presence the mind calms and the desire to be good is so strong!
Everything about Her is magnificent. Larger than life. Nature is possibly the closest that can come to holding a candle to Her.
Amma's hips, adorned with a red garment: as red as the rising sun.
Because for Amma, nothing but the highest and brightest will do.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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