Even if you were to throw away my dead body in these thorny bushes I do not mind but I must end this life in your arms.
Bhagavan's Mother to Bhagavan
Lord, no matter what happens, we must end up in Your arms, at Your Feet, with You. This prayer was not just Mother Alagammal's prayer to You, it was the prayer of all humankind, all that live, spoken through Her.
The only peace is in Your arms, the only reality is in your arms, the only liberation is in your arms, the only end to suffering is in your arms.
Where Mother went, we beg to follow.
When our "end" is near, when these frail, tired bodies, these hungry souls are about to drop, please be there, to rest our heads on your knees, place your hands on our hearts and heads, and take us to that land where You delivered Mother Alagammal.
May the touch of your hands be the last touch we know in this mortal life. May your eyes be the last thing we look into before we leave this body.
The eyes we love and trust totally. The eyes we have total faith in, the eyes that our lives depend on.
The eyes that have been relentlessly pulling us out of maya, ever since we saw them for the first time.
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Oh Lord, you are the only love I have known which did not hurt, in which there was no fear. This bagful of pretense and deceit called the false-self has reached its end, it is tired. It has reached the shores of the Ocean of Compassion. I dive into You but find myself washed ashore again and again.
2007-07-05 12:34
2007-07-05 12:34
