I heard the news that a divine soul had come to earth
My long lasting wishes were fulfilled, joy no dearth
I had yearned to be in the company of a Buddha or Christ
But all of them seemed to have gone long out of sight
Stories abounded about this new avatar, she was a Mother
Differences between groups ceased and they came together
She was called affectionately as Amma, a symbol of peace
Divinity was personified in her, soul's turmoil to cease
Teeming masses thronged her ashram, because of divine pull
She smiled gently at everyone and gave them her grace full
Her practice was to embrace her devotees and to softly whisper
"My Divine child" repeatedly and with compassion in their ear
I stood in line to meet Divinity, and patiently got to her side
She embraced me like the rest and spoke gently without any pride
But I didnt feel any great inspiration and felt quite disappointed
Was something wrong with me? Or worse, was Amma not one anointed?
Everyone seemed to have derived something from the Mother's touch
I felt quite ordinary and didnt seem to have been transformed much
I learnt then that divine grace flows from Amma like a gentle wind
My leaky vessel couldnt catch it, because its sails were still pinned
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This has reference to your poem entitled “The Divine Mother”. The meeting with the Mother, is a preordained incident that has been crafted by destiny from the beginning of time. In the realm of God’s providence there is no room for accidents, but only incidents, though very often, due to the limitation of our cognitive senses, we mistake one for the other.
Though instances are not wanting, where even the most rabid atheists, have been instantaneously converted and raised to the pinnacle of spiritual realization, by a mere touch of the Master, or by even a mere look from him, such cases are the exception rather than the rule.
You will recall that Peter, who was an illiterate fisherman, was called by Jesus to follow him, with the assurance that He will teach him to be a fisher of men, and he was transformed instantaneously and went on to become the foremost disciple of Christ.
On the other hand Paul, or rather Saul as he was then known, was a ruthless persecutor of Jesus and all his followers, right up to the time of the crucifixion of Christ. It was later , when facing an imminent danger to his life that Paul called out in desperation for deliverance to the Lord, and it is said in the Testament, that it was at this moment, that the grace of Christ descended on him and he was not only saved from, what had earlier appeared to be certain disaster, but was also, elevated instantly, to the role of one of Christ’s most important apostles. In fact, such was his strength of conviction, that when years later he faced the prospect of death by stoning, he preferred to stand by his conviction, rather than save his life, by disowning Christ. It must be remembered that Paul had never even met Jesus during his lifetime and Christ’s grace had come upon him as a posthumous event.
You will also recall that when the young Naren met the Master, on the first few occasions, he not only remained totally immune to the divinity of the Master, but also persisted in his vituperative criticism of the saffron clad community in general. But when the time was ripe and the moment of destiny blossomed, it took a mere touch of the Master to send Naren into a state of sahaja samadhi, after which there was no looking back for him.
So the moral seems to be that the meeting with the Mother, though it might have failed to produce any instantaneous or miraculous transformation, (perhaps because of our own exaggerated expectations), will certainly remain in the nascent state in one’s subconscious mind, much like a programme downloaded from the internet and stored in the hard disc, until the time is ripe for it to find its full expression.
This has reference to your poem entitled “The Divine Mother”. The meeting with the Mother, is a preordained incident that has been crafted by destiny from the beginning of time. In the realm of God’s providence there is no room for accidents, but only incidents, though very often, due to the limitation of our cognitive senses, we mistake one for the other.
Though instances are not wanting, where even the most rabid atheists, have been instantaneously converted and raised to the pinnacle of spiritual realization, by a mere touch of the Master, or by even a mere look from him, such cases are the exception rather than the rule.
You will recall that Peter, who was an illiterate fisherman, was called by Jesus to follow him, with the assurance that He will teach him to be a fisher of men, and he was transformed instantaneously and went on to become the foremost disciple of Christ.
On the other hand Paul, or rather Saul as he was then known, was a ruthless persecutor of Jesus and all his followers, right up to the time of the crucifixion of Christ. It was later , when facing an imminent danger to his life that Paul called out in desperation for deliverance to the Lord, and it is said in the Testament, that it was at this moment, that the grace of Christ descended on him and he was not only saved from, what had earlier appeared to be certain disaster, but was also, elevated instantly, to the role of one of Christ’s most important apostles. In fact, such was his strength of conviction, that when years later he faced the prospect of death by stoning, he preferred to stand by his conviction, rather than save his life, by disowning Christ. It must be remembered that Paul had never even met Jesus during his lifetime and Christ’s grace had come upon him as a posthumous event.
You will also recall that when the young Naren met the Master, on the first few occasions, he not only remained totally immune to the divinity of the Master, but also persisted in his vituperative criticism of the saffron clad community in general. But when the time was ripe and the moment of destiny blossomed, it took a mere touch of the Master to send Naren into a state of sahaja samadhi, after which there was no looking back for him.
So the moral seems to be that the meeting with the Mother, though it might have failed to produce any instantaneous or miraculous transformation, (perhaps because of our own exaggerated expectations), will certainly remain in the nascent state in one’s subconscious mind, much like a programme downloaded from the internet and stored in the hard disc, until the time is ripe for it to find its full expression.
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