107. Om tadil lata sama rucyai namah: I bow down to Amma who is as beautiful as a flash of lightning
I walk alone and yet I am amongst the believers. For me, Amma's beauty is something that never fails to mesmerize. I have said this before: She is no classic beauty. There aren't the time ravaged definitions of beauty in Her. But for me, She is the most beautiful person on earth. She has the loveliest eyes, the most mesmerizing smile. The softest hands. Everything about Her is perfect. Her hair may not be patted down or gelled or blow dried but they are Hers. In a sea of humanity. She is easily the one everyone's moist, tear brimmed eyes are turned to. In a room packed to the gills with the believers, She is the most captivating. I have seen pictures of Amma with film stars and yet they aren't a patch on Her.
This is true beauty. A beauty that cannot lie quietly within. It just shines through with the most incredible aura and glow. It affects everything it touches. The ashramites call it star gazing and I love that. Sitting on stage, post darshan, gazing at Amma. She hugs with unconstrained love. She consoles with a compassion that comes from a deep, deep affection for us. She holds on like only a mother can. That calming, reassuring hug and yet a worry crease will line Her brow when a devotee unburdens something unfortunate to Her.
Her beauty isn't earthly. There's a divinity to Her beauty. It's a combination of all the grace, compassion and love that She stands for. It's a sum total of all the adoration we feel for Her. And such a beauty has to be like a flash of lightning that streaks across the sky lightening up the world; a flash of lightening that makes everyone gasp in awe and wonder. Such a beauty, is my Mother!
Om Amriteswariye namah!
I walk alone and yet I am amongst the believers. For me, Amma's beauty is something that never fails to mesmerize. I have said this before: She is no classic beauty. There aren't the time ravaged definitions of beauty in Her. But for me, She is the most beautiful person on earth. She has the loveliest eyes, the most mesmerizing smile. The softest hands. Everything about Her is perfect. Her hair may not be patted down or gelled or blow dried but they are Hers. In a sea of humanity. She is easily the one everyone's moist, tear brimmed eyes are turned to. In a room packed to the gills with the believers, She is the most captivating. I have seen pictures of Amma with film stars and yet they aren't a patch on Her.
This is true beauty. A beauty that cannot lie quietly within. It just shines through with the most incredible aura and glow. It affects everything it touches. The ashramites call it star gazing and I love that. Sitting on stage, post darshan, gazing at Amma. She hugs with unconstrained love. She consoles with a compassion that comes from a deep, deep affection for us. She holds on like only a mother can. That calming, reassuring hug and yet a worry crease will line Her brow when a devotee unburdens something unfortunate to Her.
Her beauty isn't earthly. There's a divinity to Her beauty. It's a combination of all the grace, compassion and love that She stands for. It's a sum total of all the adoration we feel for Her. And such a beauty has to be like a flash of lightning that streaks across the sky lightening up the world; a flash of lightening that makes everyone gasp in awe and wonder. Such a beauty, is my Mother!
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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