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Fruit of complaint
This happened a couple of weeks back. I was mentioning to some of my brothers at the ashram that in the 10 years since meeting Amma, She had not given me a fruit on any of the darshans that I had in all these years. More than mentioning it was a kind of complaining that other than me all those of my friends and my other brothers who met Amma around the same time as me and came to the ashram had got a fruit from Amma at least on one occasion. Following this I had the sweet opportunity of…
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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 your harp, Let the divine rhythm flow on incessant, Through the tongue of my pen Give me the finest of rhyming words. Oh my mother manifest in my words And be my beloved thoughts always, Fill my heart with poetry, And let me offer you…
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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 out your name. You’re the sole reality., the sole protector. Please come to me, give me your assurance.. – Anagha sharan
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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 against the rocks. I thought of the Fisher of Men, whose birthday we were about to celebrate. Now over two thousand years later, I was sitting with the Fisher Girl on the seashore of her birthplace. When young she had meditated here alone: now she…
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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 during the performance Amma expressed some discomfort. It seemed like Amma was feeling cold. At that point one of Amma’s western children, whom I had not seen before, approached Her, stepping through the jam packed hall. He had a plastic carry bag in his hand.…
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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 group wanted to offer our emotional and moral support to the day-care nurses here in Italy who were carrying out such a delicate task for the differently-abled. We started off with “one, two, three…sing along with me!”, a group activity sharing smiles, company and music.…
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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 that transcends the forms and names. The celestial beings in heavens, and beyond Long to bask in Thy Love, the Mother-of-All, To free themselves from desires and bonds To rest at Thy Lotus Feet, the Saviour-of-All. Sridhar
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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 for a while. I love to watch your gliding stroll, placed softly into paining hearts All through sorrow- drenched souls You sprinkle warmth n sunshine. Sitting near you is a dream come true. Sheltered in the abode of your warmth I secure myself from a…
