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Jagged crevice of memory

Quiet and turned upon itself

Like a dog amusingly chasing it's tail

Weaves in and out of my vision,

I trip over his bare belly

Like a ballerina dying on stage gracefully

though

Beauty never dies, it just changes

Shape and shadow,

Bleeds down into the precipice and turns to ruby

Glistening under the sun of one thousand deaths

One thousand eyes and one million glances into the same soul

Endlessly wearing away at it's own vasanas.

She said," Your greatest equation is the most simple ever thought

Your greatest love is only a taste of what love is

And true beauty will blind you,

For it is foreign and few.

Watch, the curtain of your mind is closed

the play goes on behind it

I am waiting there; I am watching you look for me

But you cannot see me, for the curtain is heavy and dark

I beckon to you from my nothingness, from my all

Come, for life goes on inside me and I live within myself

Come, for life goes on outside me and I am everywhere."

 

She told me I am love

An obtuse idea to wrap my busy heart around

like grappling with the spill of memory

when age has worn it slippery and quick

Help, me mother

I sometimes seem incapable of grasping

anything other than

my unwavering

all consuming

and sometimes tortured

love for you

 

She has birthed us from her thought and breath

She has birthed us from her birth and death

What am I then, but energy of her flailing around

convinced it is something seperate

and trying desperately to find the very home I sit in?

 

Oh Mother, please remove this veil

of perpetual maya

for it has pulled up a chair and made itself

far too comfortable.

 

~Ananthasree

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beautiful ! thank you, amma's blessings, amarnath

 

Ammachi, "Ananthasree" <ananthasree wrote:

>

> Jagged crevice of memory

> Quiet and turned upon itself

> Like a dog amusingly chasing it's tail

> Weaves in and out of my vision,

> I trip over his bare belly

> Like a ballerina dying on stage gracefully

> though

> Beauty never dies, it just changes

> Shape and shadow,

> Bleeds down into the precipice and turns to ruby

> Glistening under the sun of one thousand deaths

> One thousand eyes and one million glances into the same soul

> Endlessly wearing away at it's own vasanas.

> She said," Your greatest equation is the most simple ever thought

> Your greatest love is only a taste of what love is

> And true beauty will blind you,

> For it is foreign and few.

> Watch, the curtain of your mind is closed

> the play goes on behind it

> I am waiting there; I am watching you look for me

> But you cannot see me, for the curtain is heavy and dark

> I beckon to you from my nothingness, from my all

> Come, for life goes on inside me and I live within myself

> Come, for life goes on outside me and I am everywhere."

>

> She told me I am love

> An obtuse idea to wrap my busy heart around

> like grappling with the spill of memory

> when age has worn it slippery and quick

> Help, me mother

> I sometimes seem incapable of grasping

> anything other than

> my unwavering

> all consuming

> and sometimes tortured

> love for you

>

> She has birthed us from her thought and breath

> She has birthed us from her birth and death

> What am I then, but energy of her flailing around

> convinced it is something seperate

> and trying desperately to find the very home I sit in?

>

> Oh Mother, please remove this veil

> of perpetual maya

> for it has pulled up a chair and made itself

> far too comfortable.

>

> ~Ananthasree

>

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