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Libations to Amma (Abhishekam)
Libations to Thy Form, the enchanting beauty indescribable, With the holiest waters of Ganges that flow in dainty ways. Libations to Thy Form, the enchanting beauty indescribable, With the holiest ghee of cows, that bubble up ripples of joys. Libations to Thy Form, the enchanting beauty indescribable, With the holiest honey of bees that bumble around flowers. Libations to Thy Form, the enchanting beauty indescribable, With the holiest curds of cattle that live as a symbol of sacrifice. Libations to Thy Form, the enchanting beauty indescribable, With the holiest fragrant waters that emanate sheer happiness. Libations to Thy Form, the…
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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 filling her gracefulness, Melody of primordial love, takes birth in every being, sounding divine drums, merging into harmony. Every heart beats in tune. Celestial beings listen, to the music of The muse. Entire hermitage meditates. Time stands still in her harp. She incarnates in every…
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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 warm home, clothes to ward off the cold and food to fill the stomach. Some don’t. There are many people who live on the sidewalks, under bridges, in parks. For them the winter can be cruel. To live out in the cold, without warm clothing…
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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 the Society for Prevention of Blindness, we planned to conduct cataract removal operations, the screening for the same being done in our Uttarkashi ashram. It was a first time for us. A group of 12 volunteers from Delhi set out with whatever we could carry.…
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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 word, every language, each sound, each syllable, manifests in you. Then the world dissolves in your grace. You are listening to each one of us, Viewing history n’ future of each life, answering our every prayer, in your own unique way. As a mirror of…
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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 thin air. Then sweet smell spreads, the aroma of love. Love for god. An unquenchable thirst, dries the throat, drains consciousness. Wisdom dawns slowly by its splendor. You are free, free. Mind murmurs. fathomless brilliance everywhere. A thousand suns rise all around! by Satheesan Rangorath
