Blooming Buds

23 Dec 2007,  Amritapuri

Amma is walking from country to country like one does from one room to another of one’s house.
Someone said, “While i was writing the news column for the a monthly Matruvani, I found myself writing along this pattern: One para I wrote on Amma in San Ramon, next one para on Amma in Michigan, next on Amma in London… I paused to see how many miles lie in between. The whole Atlantic Ocean in between! But a cake walk for Her. Anyway the next para on Amma’s return to Amritapuri… And well, is it then a visit to Amritapuri: “Amma in Amritapuri”???  Well, it is AMMA THE GREAT. We have to accept it if She has only one week for Amritapuri. Then i, a little weepy me,  proceeded with the next para, Amma in Manjeri… … another para on Amma in Kozhikode, and Amma in Kodungalloor and well…”

So, Her speed in going places also gives Her speed to return to Amritapuri.

Last time She came, did She not promise to make the buds bloom in time?
As Amma was going up Her stairs there was a plant with red little buds yet to open, and a small ditty written by a child…
“Amma, we are little buds in your garden.
Don’t let us wither, help us bloom…”

Amma kissed the buds and said, “Sure. So long as you have become buds …. A bud is sure to bloom. Only don’t forget to water the plant regularly.”

Amma the Guru was reminding us of our remaining tuned to Her which is the only sadhana we somehow need to do…

Tomorrow is the day! Moma, see you soon!

— Sandhya