From "The Lost Memoirs", circa 1897
CONSOLING MOTHER
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O Mother!
Grieve not, dear Mother!
Your son is a King, an Emperor! He has ascended the throne of Arunagiri.
Not far from here, in Tiruvannamalai,
sits your son, the Lord Arunachala,
ruler of this world
on His mountain throne.
I see Him now
in my mind's eye
ever joyous
ever glowing
the child King
my very own Father
the final conqueror of darkness
the slayer of sorrow and suffering.
Today the beloved cherubic son of the world
Tomorrow He will be its Father.
Fold your hands and take His name
O Mother,
The dark dweller in Venkat
is my Beloved Father
The Father of this soul
of this heart
of all there is and will ever be.
The little boy
with limpid eyes
is Krishna and Siva both
the creator and destroyer
God Himself in human form.
Rejoice dear mother
the one you nursed
is the Lord Himself
Fruit of your penance.
Your saviour to be.
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