Category: Poems
the bird sings because it has a poem
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A Prayer
Blessed Mother, Great and Holy One Hear your daughter Give me guidance in the turmoil of daily life Show me how to be more understanding of others Open your arms and embrace me Teach me to embrace others inspite of their faults as you have me Guide me in teaching others tolerance and love for all things Help me to teach my children about your love and help me to show them your nurturing ways Allow me to draw your light into my life that I may enlighten all of those that I touch with your beauty… Annie Ramsey, Washington
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A birthday wish
“Mother”—the word is incomparable. No other word is equal to this one. It is pure and full of auspiciousness. It is said that we cannot see God. We can only experience Him. But, Amma, when we experience your love and concern, we feel that we are before God. So we are the fortunate ones. We see God in your form. And experience His love also. Amma, you are really great! We pray for you long life. —Amma’s child from Pune, Lokesh (8 years)
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Amma has proved
Amma is the pure, blessed One. Look at any photo from the old days when she was ‘just a teenage girl Ha!’ and a photo from this year and look at the eyes in both photos. See what I mean! Nothing has changed, nothing. Amma is pure beyond words. Amma is ever-changeless. She is the One. It is almost scary to realize that this perfect, blessed One in an instant could crush the entire cosmos, all the universes of all time. Yet Amma shows us a simple, small, sweet lady in white who wouldn’t hurt a fly, and only cares…
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The ocean of Love
Why me, why me? The victim to be. Oh Mother! Is there no one, To help your poor son? Why sorrow? All mighty! Grasp me, without mercy. A little creature am I, And all I can do is cry. For without your grace, Mother, In this darkness, I shudder. Let thy Divine Grace be Bestowed on me, And from these bonds Make me free. Decrease my ego and free me Of my load. And uplift me to thy abode. — Akshay N. XII std., Amrita Vidyalayam, Kodungallur.
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In Sorrow Without You, Amma
Oh silver stars in the dark night sky, Don’t you see this poor one cry? When you shed your light on the Universal Mother Won’t you tell Her how I suffer? Oh shining moon, I envy you, How lucky you are too! You see Amma every night Won’t you tell my sorrowful plight? Amma is always there, In everybody and everywhere! But I can’t see Her, anyway. How can I see you in all things? Though in my ears, your voice rings. You must be there with me always. Till I see you, I’ll be counting the days. — Sukhitha…
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Good night Amritapuri
If I could paint a picture of Amritapuri right now I would color it in the golden light of dusk. Fill it with the sounds of the waves of the sea meeting the shore. Dotted with the lights of the fisherman on the backwaters, fishing in the old ways with net and lantern suspended on a long pole. The intermittent sounds of water taxis going to shore for the night, bringing the last passengers safely to land. Crows calling to their friends, good night, good night. Rhythmic ringing of the pujari’s bell in the old temple. Southern winds powering palm…
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Amma, She is a candle
She is a candle, Which shines so bright. So brightly she shines, Even in the dark, cold and windy night. She is the messiah of love, As pure and beautiful as a dove. She stretches her hands, And welcomes all, Her love knows no bounds. She is a mother, father, teacher and God, And all look up to her and chant, “O, Lord.” She tells us to gain mastery over the mind, And to chant mantra to purify the mind. O God, Bless us to serve and follow this mother, As she leads us along the path as the light.…