A Rev. to see Amma. . .

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Namaste

An account of coming close to receiving an Amma Hug. . . . from Rev.

Mark Flancisco Bozzuti-Jones Minister of Trinity Wall Street Church in

New York. . .

 

 

Rumi, Amma, Hugging and the Fullness

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day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,

and I intend to end up there.

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

 

Theysay when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. I don't

know muchabout that, when the going gets tough for me, I turn to Rumi.

Yeah, asyou know, I find my fullness in poetry. I just love to get

immersed inthe power, the subtlety, and the eternity of poetic

words… By the way,I am no poetic wizard. The poetry I post come to

me via chanceencounters, or from friends, or from divine prodding or

there are timeswhen something I read long ago just comes to the

forefront of thebrain. Rumi and Mary Oliver can make my day just about

any time andplace…

 

Couple of days ago, I went to see Amma, the hugging saint– all

thanks to two friends of mine, Cindy and Ana… I missed the 1Train,

and I could hear myself saying, just flow, just flow. Fifteenminutes

later another train came and I was soon on the way.

 

Idon't think I was prepared for what I was about to see. Young and

oldpeople – mostly white, mostly Americans – worshiping the

hugging saint.I was intrigued. Right there and then for the first time I

got whatpeople meant when they say: I am spiritual, not religious.

Thousands ofpeople sitting next to each other awaiting Amma. Lord have

mercy. Itwas a sight to see. They took her seriously and took her

messageseriously. I listened to her wisdom and she spoke a lot about

God,spoke a lot about being kind, spoke a lot about knowing who we

are,spoke a lot of right-living and right-knowing…

 

I couldn't helpbut think that people are hungry for something…

hungry to be loved… Ididn't stay for the hug. The HUG is the

main event when you go to seeAmma. Here are the messages my wife and I

exchanged while I was on myway home:

 

Me: on my way home

 

Kathy: didn't stay for the hug. You crazy?

 

Me: the universe is my hug

 

Kathy: please

 

Me: tell me about it…

 

 

I guess I was tired and feltembraced by her Amma's words of love and

probably felt overwhelmed byall the devotees and questions in my

mind… Big question: why isn'tchurch this much fun? Where is the

hugging priest?

 

Some more Rumi:

 

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak

at all.

 

 

 

 

Aum Amriteswaryai Namaha

 

marci