0996.Mata Amritanandamayi-Triumph Of Love Poem by amma and rajappa

0996.Mata Amritanandamayi-Triumph Of Love



In this universe it is love that binds everything together. Love is the very foundation, beauty and fulfillment of life.

Mata Amritanandamayi
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Ye Mother! The force towards the eternity of love!
Why the suffering of the body with life while living?
Our body, soul and spirit
Fall and fade by the gravity of wants!
We, the victims of hope and separation,
Waiting for the sweetness of your presence
Revel in anticipation for the solace of a lovely hug!

Regular symptoms betraying Dhamayanthi,
Familiar prompting declaring the event,
Dhamayanthi spread the mat on her own,
Nobody else to extend a hand
Just she felt that a child was born!

Laden with love, light invaded darkness
To break the bonds of ignorance and self
Taking patience as your companion
Never to reprimand neglect and slight
To quench the thirst of demanding souls
That never weighs down the immortal soul!

The dawn of 27 th September,1953
Carrying the tag of Karthigai star,
The great Sunday stole the show,
With the birth of the star to lift the souls,
From the pit of ignorance to the valley of bliss,
Like a dark blue flower posing in Padmasana
Blessing hands adorned with Chinmudra
And beaming smiles on the glorious face!

The dark blue oddity something peculiar,
Compelling a test nothing as particular
Gave way to diagnosis of no bath for six months in all
Signaled the route of a life so special
For the saviour of the world to struggle as the fittest!

Life has become alive from its slumber so deep,
Roaming the valley of grace, up the hill of ascension
Wiping our tears, propelled by self pity
Soothing our spirits tattered by suffering
We exhilarate through the intoxicating breeze of love

Mother, you seed joy in the universe
And sprout it into the tree of love
Sowing deep in the heart
Thus filling the bins of our minds
With abundance from the domain of your treasury
That is a bounty of perennial love!

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Again as a tribute to motherhood which Amma symbolizes, I want to present the readers the following verse from Matru Panchakam by Adi Sankara

Because of this project I happened to read this; tears started falling down when I went deep into every detail of this great master piece.
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Adi Sankara was born in Kaladi; his father died very early;
His mother was Aryambha
He wanted to take up sanyasa very much against the will of his mother;
She finally agreed with a condition, that He should be present near her death bed and also should perform the obsequies. Sankara agreed for this and took up Sanyasa. When he was at Sringeri, he realized that his mother was nearing her end and by the power given to him by God reached there immediately. He was near his mother at the time of her death and also performed the funeral ceremonies.
It was at this time he wrote this five slokas which came out deep from his mind. This was possibly the only poem he wrote, which is not extolling any God and also not explaining his philosophy.
Mother has been extolled as a god form in several places in the puranaas and also God has been approached as a son approaches his mother by many great savants.

She is Dhatree(One who bears the child) ,

Janani(one who gives birth to the child) ,

Ambaa(One who nourishes the limbs of the child) and

Veerasu(One who makes him a hero) ,

Shusroo(One who takes care of him) .

But Sankara in these poems is not dealing either of Gods in the form of mother nor mother in the form of God.

He laments to the lady who was his mother and points out how his conscience is pricking him for being not able to do the duty of a son.
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Let us see one stanza

Aastham thaavadhiyam prasoothisamayae dhurvaarashoolavyatha
Nairoochyam thanushoshanam malamayee shayyaa cha samvathsaree
Aekasyaapi na garbhabhaarabha ranakklaeshasya yasyaakshamahah
Dhaathum vishkruthimunnathoapi thanayasthasyai jananyai namah


The meaning of this verse is as follows:

Oh mother! At the time of giving birth to me, with clenched teeth you bore the excruciating pain; you shared the bed made dirty by me for a year when your body became thin and painful.
For even one of the sufferings that you underwent during pregnancy I can never compensate even by my becoming great.
To that mother I offer my salutations!


23 2 2010

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