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Without You
A lovely head of hair Shorn of its locks. An autumn tree Lifting its bare arms to the sky. Images of emptiness, Devoid of beauty A funereal march, Without you, days go by. Sunlight fades from The evening sky The colours leach out From the canvas of my life. A fallen leaf, I wander, Blown
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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
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Amma is singing to the Divine within Herself
Lalgudi Jayaraman, renowned violinist pays tribute to Amma 20 Aug 2003 Amritapuri received a special guest on Wednesday, the world-renowned Indian violinist Lalgudi Jayaram. Having had Amma’s darshan only twice before in Chennai, this was his first visit to Amritapuri, and he was blessed to perform for Amma during the morning darshan. Later in the
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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
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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
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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
