88. Om mula mantratmikayai namah: I bow down to Amma who is the embodiment of the mulamantra (the panchadasakshari mantra)
You are the embodiment of everything. In a world that is defined by it's variability, Amma is the rock of divinity. She is the core of nature and of all beings. She is the way the world was meant to thrive. But we got waylaid, tempted by the many vagaries of fate. But Amma hasn't left Her post of Conscience keeper. Nor of Giver of Good Fortune. And definitely not of God of the faithful. Or the Patient God of the faithless. She's there, waiting at every turn and twist of life.
To such an omnipresent and compassionate mother, my thousand pranams! You detail my life for me. Hopefully, every page I turn is with your blessing. Every thought I think is because You decided I should think it. There's so much uncertainty in our lives. Those who profess to be friends may well be arch enemies tomorrow. A food that we enjoy today may well be totally taboo for us tomorrow. What's our next step? Who's to know. Least of all, us! But the architect of our life is watching. And what's more? She's rewriting it for us every time. It isn't like it's a hard path we have to walk on. She changes it as per what She feels is right for us for that moment.
Amma, You are the embodiment of everything beautiful I wish to think of and see in this world. A smile from you is enough! We ache for Your presence; we ache to be in Your presence. Why does this dull ache eat into us slowly? Today is possibly a day when I feel the need to be in your arms, in your warm embrace. I feel like that once a year hug is what keeps me going for an entire year. Like it's a powerful dose that fuels my body for the entire year with bursts of love when I feel low. But we all need a recharge every now and again. Could you come in my dreams Amma and recharge it for me? Maybe I need it more than most, today. I feel an infinite sadness and wish you would correct it for me, today.
When I lay my head down tonight, I wish you will appear like manna from heaven. In the misty depths of my dreams. You and me. Mother and child.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
You are the embodiment of everything. In a world that is defined by it's variability, Amma is the rock of divinity. She is the core of nature and of all beings. She is the way the world was meant to thrive. But we got waylaid, tempted by the many vagaries of fate. But Amma hasn't left Her post of Conscience keeper. Nor of Giver of Good Fortune. And definitely not of God of the faithful. Or the Patient God of the faithless. She's there, waiting at every turn and twist of life.
To such an omnipresent and compassionate mother, my thousand pranams! You detail my life for me. Hopefully, every page I turn is with your blessing. Every thought I think is because You decided I should think it. There's so much uncertainty in our lives. Those who profess to be friends may well be arch enemies tomorrow. A food that we enjoy today may well be totally taboo for us tomorrow. What's our next step? Who's to know. Least of all, us! But the architect of our life is watching. And what's more? She's rewriting it for us every time. It isn't like it's a hard path we have to walk on. She changes it as per what She feels is right for us for that moment.
Amma, You are the embodiment of everything beautiful I wish to think of and see in this world. A smile from you is enough! We ache for Your presence; we ache to be in Your presence. Why does this dull ache eat into us slowly? Today is possibly a day when I feel the need to be in your arms, in your warm embrace. I feel like that once a year hug is what keeps me going for an entire year. Like it's a powerful dose that fuels my body for the entire year with bursts of love when I feel low. But we all need a recharge every now and again. Could you come in my dreams Amma and recharge it for me? Maybe I need it more than most, today. I feel an infinite sadness and wish you would correct it for me, today.
When I lay my head down tonight, I wish you will appear like manna from heaven. In the misty depths of my dreams. You and me. Mother and child.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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