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The Muse
Her heart sings. Mind merges, into heart beats. There she remains, grabbing each soul. sparks n’ spins each cell; dancing Into ecstasy. Singer, song, n’ rhythm, seeps into minds, percolates all around. Every one sits in trance. She enters into each mind. In sounds of love, as music of grace, flushing mundane thoughts out, by
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“I Work through Your Hands”
This season Delhi’s winters were extremely cold. But then many people like the winter. Someone told me a few days ago that these are the days when they have special types of sweets to eat and anyway there is more of an appetite in winters. But the winters are pleasant for those who have a
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Vision Camp at UttarKashi
Cataract removal and Lens implant Camp Amma had instructed that we should have medical camps in our new Uttarkashi camp. As per these instructions we had a camp earlier where a group of doctors and para-medics visited many villages holding camps there and ultimately conducted a general medical camp in our ashram. In collaboration with
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Q199: Others’ pain?
Question 199: Amma says: “Spirituality is all about feeling and participating in the problems and pains of others.” How do you understand this? Please make your answer brief and clear (maximum 5 or 6 lines).
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A piece of your heart
With a lot of worldly sorrow bruised spirits, we just flock in together one by one. Hear you talk to us in silence, by holding each one closer to your heart. We hear your heart beats, sounding empathy to each being. In there, rests in your compassion, each and every galaxy of the universe. Every
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Throw out your begging bowl
Here is a painting I drew in water colour inspired by Amma’s Quote Rachel Guerry
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Q198: Openness of a Child?
Question 198: “Amma says: Always be open like a child. Only then will you be able to keep learning and growing.” How do you understand this?” Please make your answer brief and clear (maximum 5 or 6 lines).
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A Thousand Suns
Tuning in is meditation. Meditation is tuning out too. Chanting is fine tuning. Silence becomes music. Breathe takes world in. Out goes world again. Tidal waves stop here. Seagulls of emotions fly away. Nothing remains, except, the grace of a great mother. Time waits for none. But time bows before her, The world disappears into
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A Prayer
Oh! Ma, may not I be betrayed by the senses fickle, That give me a bit pleasure but pain immeasurable. Oh! Ma may my tongue ever sing Thy Name so blissful, That gives soothing to the mind wandering uncontrollable, Oh! Ma may my eyes ever meditate on Thy Form so mild, That gives soothing to
