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My Tears
Oh mother appear on my tongue As a drop of honey, Then make my words honeydew Percolate deep into my each cell. Let me feel your sweetness intoxicate me, Be my thoughts filled with ecstasy of your image, May my poetry reflect your words? Imaging your simplicity, your simple deeds. Let me make my sinews
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Bend of Love
Your shoulder’s are.. Filled with love,the Blend of nourishment. I survive in the moments of your love.. My heart-aching Soul will plead you,will hold the support of your eyes… In the deep agony of this weeping creature.. I’ll keep adoring your feet.. I’ll ask for your pity, Will make my yearning utter strong.. By calling
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Supreme Love that lights up all creation
My celebration of Christmas began on the beach in the late afternoon of December 24th. The waves were rushing to the shore reverberating against the rocks. The sea breeze cooled us. Eagles circled overhead. Several hundred devotees were sitting around Amma under the palms; cross-legged on the sand before her, perched on chairs and leaning
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I was naked and you clothed Me
24 Dec 2010, Amritapuri Another Christmas – so very meaningful when you are in the Divine Presence of a Master. And a play by Amma’s western children which was a reflection of the love they felt for their Master, Amma. The scenes were perfect, the execution wonderful. A true labour of love. At one point
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Q173: Amma and Christmas!
Question 173: “How do you link Amma with the Christmas event and celebrations?” Please make your answer clear and brief (maximum 5 or 6 lines).
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One, two, three! – sing along with me!
A year ago, on 19th December 2009, Amma inaugurated the Amrita Institute for Differently-Abled (AIDA) , an institute for mentally disabled children of Kozhikode and neighboring areas. Initially the AIDA Centre accepted 20 children offering adequate therapy to support their daily activities, social integration and education. Inspired by this project, last April the Milan Satsang
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Oh! Mother, be Thou my proxy
Oh! Mother, be Thou my proxy To save Thy child with all Thy mercy, Not to be a fly-like like the filthy But only to love Thee, the most lovely. The dazzling glances of Thy supreme being, Are the drizzling showers in the fountain beams; That ripple the blissful waves in all beings, The Love
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You are a mystery
A mere look by the corner of your eyes, Reaches deep pierced in every heart. Doves of destiny fly away to freedom. A ray of hope blooms a thousand lotuses. Smile on your lips loom my world. Waking me up from deep slumber, touching my soul in soft strokes, you make me cry in joy
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Uttama Premattin … at the German Ashram
We left Spain in the afternoon; following the Rhone River to the North up through France and into Germany, where the river was the same, but the name was now the Rhine. Another reminder that water is the same, though called by many different names and so as Amma says, the Truth is One, called
