Mother you have parted the curtain
Appearing on the path before me

Mother Amma, I shout joyfully
Laughing, you run away, transporting the fallen leaves
To a blanket of gold dust shimmering along the path

Sunlight kissing and caressing the quaking trees
Celebrating their oneness with your divine presence

Trees and rocks luminous, vibrating in ecstasy
Your form melting, Krishna/Amma embraced
Blissfully dancing your eternal dance

by Linda Mansberger