145. Om nir-vikarayai namah: I bow down to Amma who is unchanging
Seasons change. In the natural order of things, there is a sunrise and a sunset. A winter followed by spring and summer. And then the fall. A day that passes and a tomorrow that transitions into today. And yet, the essence of everything in nature is the same. Unchanging. Whether it's a sunrise or a sunset, the sun is still there, shining. It's the earth that's moved away.
That's exactly how it is with Amma. She's the same. Every time, With everyone. She'll never welcome one person with more love than another. Each of us is sent away with a sweet and vibhuti. Another devotee may get a banana or an apple but that's Amma's way of an extra hug for someone who needs it more than the other. That extra blanket...Sometimes I feel Amma doesn't even look different a year on. It's the same divine, smiling face that holds in it the entire world's love and compassion. It's these qualities that totally define Amma's divinity.
When we mere mortals are unchanging, it isn't a positive quality. What we actually are, is unyielding. Refusing to sense the change in the direction of the wind. Stubborn, adamant. Amma's unchanging is beautiful. It's Her belief in the divinity present in each of us. That's a life principle for Amma and this is what makes Her treat each of us with so much love and sensitivity. She is aware of the battles we are fighting everyday. She is aware of the thorny paths we traverse and all She is doing is helping us along. She makes no differentiation between the rich and the poor; between the fair and the dark. She loves us for the presence of the divine within us. Not for what we wear or how much money we have or don't have. She is love. And that is the supremely unchanging quality in Her. That is what makes Amma the divine Mother of the Universe. That is what makes a man from Manhattan love Her as much as a villager from India. Amma reaches out to each of us with equal love. I wish we could do that. Instead of being blinded by color and prejudiced by race, I wish we could take a leaf from Amma's book and see Amma in each other. Accept each other and wear that precious cloak on nonjudgement. And then what a beautiful world we'd live in! There would be no strife, no hurt. We'd be like the sun. Just giving of oneself as much as we can. Help us Amma, achieve this. Let us be Your perfect conduits to spread as much happiness in the world as we possibly can!
Om Amriteshwariye namah!
Seasons change. In the natural order of things, there is a sunrise and a sunset. A winter followed by spring and summer. And then the fall. A day that passes and a tomorrow that transitions into today. And yet, the essence of everything in nature is the same. Unchanging. Whether it's a sunrise or a sunset, the sun is still there, shining. It's the earth that's moved away.
That's exactly how it is with Amma. She's the same. Every time, With everyone. She'll never welcome one person with more love than another. Each of us is sent away with a sweet and vibhuti. Another devotee may get a banana or an apple but that's Amma's way of an extra hug for someone who needs it more than the other. That extra blanket...Sometimes I feel Amma doesn't even look different a year on. It's the same divine, smiling face that holds in it the entire world's love and compassion. It's these qualities that totally define Amma's divinity.
When we mere mortals are unchanging, it isn't a positive quality. What we actually are, is unyielding. Refusing to sense the change in the direction of the wind. Stubborn, adamant. Amma's unchanging is beautiful. It's Her belief in the divinity present in each of us. That's a life principle for Amma and this is what makes Her treat each of us with so much love and sensitivity. She is aware of the battles we are fighting everyday. She is aware of the thorny paths we traverse and all She is doing is helping us along. She makes no differentiation between the rich and the poor; between the fair and the dark. She loves us for the presence of the divine within us. Not for what we wear or how much money we have or don't have. She is love. And that is the supremely unchanging quality in Her. That is what makes Amma the divine Mother of the Universe. That is what makes a man from Manhattan love Her as much as a villager from India. Amma reaches out to each of us with equal love. I wish we could do that. Instead of being blinded by color and prejudiced by race, I wish we could take a leaf from Amma's book and see Amma in each other. Accept each other and wear that precious cloak on nonjudgement. And then what a beautiful world we'd live in! There would be no strife, no hurt. We'd be like the sun. Just giving of oneself as much as we can. Help us Amma, achieve this. Let us be Your perfect conduits to spread as much happiness in the world as we possibly can!
Om Amriteshwariye namah!
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