first darshan

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I first saw Amma on a CBS special: In God’s Name. I was immediately attracted to her presence.

Then I saw a PBS special called: Darshan.

I wrote this little poem about my experience of watching her on TV:

to see a glimpse

to experience a welcoming hug

to feel accepted and loved

this is darshan

this is God

- Kathy Dowell Cartersville, GA, USA

Posted on April 29th, 2008 by amrita   

4 Responses to “first darshan”

    ammasdasan Says:
    May 1st, 2008 at 10:24 am

    A glimpse or a touch of a Mahatma is enough
    for purification. Yes it is true that many people
    all over the world got this fortune from AMMA,
    the Love Incarnation.

    ChetanG Says:
    May 1st, 2008 at 3:53 pm

    Touched…heart opening…

    ammaslatika Says:
    May 1st, 2008 at 7:05 pm

    very true, simple and loving words.

    lalithasavi Says:
    May 3rd, 2008 at 1:11 pm

    I too feel the same way. Amma is Kali - The Universal Mother.
    No doubt.
    Two years passes since my last darshan.
    I want to have again a darshan soon.
    I am in a foreign land now.
    This separation made me writing poems on her.
    I have written so far 69 poems.
    my link is www.poemhunter.com/raman-savithiri/

    My poem :
    M A A ` A M R I T A N A N D A M A Y I ` D E V I!

    As a second Himalaya She stands on India’s south tip;
    As a second Ganges Her love flows for anyone’s dip!
    As a second Moon She spreads wisdom around globe;
    As a second Krishna She chooses pure hearts Her abode!

    She is RamaKrishna an ascetic to merge in Kali;
    Sri Sarada is also She, as purity has taken a form.
    Vivekananda is also She in spreading ‘Sanadana Dharma’;
    She is many in one – Amrita! , what an incomparable enigma!

    Caste and creed take their wings in Her holy presence;
    Waste and vain turn as craft in Her moulding hands;
    Millions and billions are moved by Her unique hug;
    She emits Love even to those who find only bug!

    Life seems to be functional after having met Her eyes;
    Her touch made valuable this body but a bunch of lies;
    Even a thousands of times let Her touch. Will it bore?
    When multitudes wait, the pain of parting, I must bear!

    Maa, Come like a charged dark cloud to shower Your Love;
    How long I sustain my little life in the desert of separation?
    Days roll fast. My life goes waste without Your grace;
    Delay not! Come quickly! ! I need badly Your embrace! ! !

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