{"id":5417,"date":"2013-08-02T11:28:10","date_gmt":"2013-08-02T05:58:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/?p=5417"},"modified":"2013-08-02T11:28:10","modified_gmt":"2013-08-02T05:58:10","slug":"an-offering-to-the-mother-of-all","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2013\/5417\/","title":{"rendered":"An offering to the Mother of All"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mother, though the blazing Sun rose in the East,<br \/>\nThe dawn looked so dull as if the Creator was silent.<\/p>\n<p>Ma, all Gods sang for Thy waking up in Raga Bhoopala,<br \/>\nAnd it was the time for all learned to offer a gift of Kala.<\/p>\n<p>Filling the quarters with the melody of song and dance,<br \/>\nInfilling all the creatures with bliss and divine romance.<\/p>\n<p>Mother, the fiery blazing Sun was in the midst of the sky,<br \/>\nLeaving no room for anyone to move around in any way.<\/p>\n<p>Ma, all Gods sang, praising Thee in Raga Samkarabharanam,<br \/>\nDevotees made offerings, dressing Thee with Peethambaram.<\/p>\n<p>It filled all quarters with cool winds and tender drizzles,<br \/>\nAll creatures were infilled with ecstasy of blissful ripples.<\/p>\n<p>Mother, the Full-moon was present in the sky,<br \/>\nYet it remained so dull as if the Creator was crazy.<\/p>\n<p>Ma, all Gods sang for lulling Thee in Raga Neelambari,<br \/>\nAll devotees cradled Thee, Thy form as in Svethambari.<\/p>\n<p>They filled all the quarters with the blissful silence,<br \/>\nLulling all the creatures to sleep in Thy divine caress.<\/p>\n<p>Om Manushya Mruga Pakshyadi Sarva Samsevithanghraye Namah<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Sridhar<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mother, though the blazing Sun rose in the East, The dawn looked so dull as if the Creator was silent. Ma, all Gods sang for Thy waking up in Raga Bhoopala, And it was the time for all learned to offer a gift of Kala. Filling the quarters with the melody of song and dance, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5417","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5417"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5417\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5417"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5417"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}