HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMMA!

[Guest guest]

it is not about race. . . nationality. . . gender. . . class. . .name.

.. .

 

but it might be about the indominablity of the soul of a small dark

skinned child born into poverty and contracting religious traditions for

a girl child. . . . one that broke the chain of slavery from a deep

resolve from within to become the Mother of Nations. . . living a life

of giving and loving always ready to show the children they too can

become free from all knots that bind. . .

 

it is not about education. . .wealth. . . career. . .or my desire to

find words that might express the depth and beauty of dear Amma on Her

Birthday. . . only to find the uselessness of words. . .nor my own base

ignorance and ineptness in poetic expression and devotion. . .

 

but it might be about a forgotten song composed of half notes and grace

notes. . .slow waltzing with a river of fire. . . and memory alive. . .

with Her love supreme enveloping with cords of love to millions of

children around the globe. . a love so pure and strong it has the power

to awaken us from a very long dream. . .

 

it is not about traveling to the distant land. . .living in an ashram. .

.. some can and some cannot. . . nor is it about acquiring phenomena. . .

for truly they come and go. . .

 

but it might be about getting still enough to get out of my own way. .

..and entering the silence. . . where that which never was dissolves into

the emptiness that can never not be. . .

 

it is not about anything in form. . . .

 

but it might be expressed in the dolphin and the magician of a beautiful

glimmering Saint that delights and captures the hearts and leads us back

home. . .where some steps are watered by tears of brokenness and others

filled with tears of grace. . . every step Her divine play. . .

 

it is not about what separates us from each other. . .what is right with

you. . . what is wrong with me. . .what is too much. . .or not enough. .

..in either you or me. . . or anyone else. . .

 

but it might be about Her embrace of you and me and the whole. . . Oh

My God Awful/Awesome Wonderful World. . . that has the power to bring

forth an unbroken circle for love and healing. . . of Mother Earth and

the children. . .

 

it is not about " me " , " mine " , being loved or unloved . . . .worthy or

unworthy. . .

 

but it might be about forgetting the small self in loving voice and

service. . .and remembering how she holds those small beautiful hands

after hours of hugging and tending the children. . .

 

it is not about what constricts within or without. . .

 

but it might be about that wisp of hair that so often dangles from the

nap of Her neck that cannot be bound. . .

 

it is not about the organization. . .or who is thought to be within the

inner or outer circle. . .whether Vedanta. . .or Adviata. . .or

Humanitarian. . .as if She could be diced into any package. . .

 

but it might be about a band of pure hearted children following their

Mother for years with dark circles under their eyes. . . with calluses

on their hands and feet. . .broken down backs. . . and eyes that shine

like diamonds. . . rarely resting. . . but always teaching. . .guiding.

.. .inspiring. . . raising needed funds from those who have the heart. .

.. to share. . . to care for worlds that extends beyond their own arms

reach in order to cloth. . . to educate. . . to feed. . .and to heal. .

.. millions. . .

 

it is not about clinging to anyone or anything. . .

 

but it might be about knowing we can sing blissfully off key and still

She smiles. . .we can stumble. . .and She bends to pick us up. . .we can

scatter. . .and still She gathers. . .

 

it is not about mine or your success or failures. . .

 

but it might be about allowing the tiger to trip us up and take us down.

.. . knowing Her heart is as pure as the most gentle lamb. . .

 

it is not about this tattered wanna be expression. . .or what i might

know. . . or what i do not know. . .

 

but it might be about a tugging string from this heart to Her heart. .

..whispering. . .always whispering. . .Amma, this child sends love and

gratitude to you forever. . .and Happy Happy Birthday. . .Precious Holy

Mother Devi. . .