Sunday, 1 December 2013



  
SARADA  MA **                
                    
Your eyes are made of light and voice of song
Stones melt and mould at your beaming smile
To drink your nectar-words devotees throng
Traversing miles

‘I am mother of the righteous and the vile’
You say this weaving a love-web so strong
Children of all races and time bond, smile

Your presence in my heart I do so long
That I can make the world my own and smile
Journey through countless births to right the wrongs
Traversing miles

·         **Sarada Devi, (1853 - 1920), born Saradamani Mukhopadhyaya,[1] was the wife and spiritual counterpart of Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, a nineteenth century mystic of Bengal. Sarada Devi is also reverentially addressed as the Holy Mother. Sarada Devi played an important role in the growth of the Ramakrishna Movement.
  • As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name…..Sarada Devi --------Courtesy : Wikiquote
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16 comments:

  1. Brian Miller1 December 2013 at 11:09

    i love the thought of binding together the children of all races...and how their presence in your heart changes everything...allowing you to go on...

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  2. Kerry O'Connor1 December 2013 at 11:16

    I like the little changes you brought to this form to make it your own, like the repetition of smile. I think this worked very well.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky1 December 2013 at 12:10

    This is such a beautiful poem - and message. It lifts the heart. I love the idea of returning through countless births "to right the wrongs, traversing miles". So beautiful.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky1 December 2013 at 12:20

    Sumana, would you please email me at WildWoman2@shaw.ca ? Thanks so much!

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  5. brudberg1 December 2013 at 12:24

    The message is great and brought through a wonderful cadence in form you have mead your own.

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  6. Gabriella1 December 2013 at 14:22

    Beautiful and rich imagery, Sumana! I like "Children of all races and time bond, smile" and the idea that wrongs can be made right.

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  7. kaykuala1 December 2013 at 15:04

    Reference to historical facts here is most apt.Am not that familiar with mystics. Thanks for sharing. Wonderful write Sumana!

    Hank

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  8. Mary1 December 2013 at 15:33

    Depthful thinking here, Sumana. Well expressed...especially in regard to righting the wrongs.

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  9. Unknown1 December 2013 at 18:15

    A very beautiful tribute to Maa.

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  10. Ella1 December 2013 at 19:19

    I love the epic feel of your tribute to Maa!
    Beautiful!

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  11. Hannah1 December 2013 at 19:21

    Your eyes are made of light and voice of song...wow...powerful opening!

    Great poem!

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  12. Vandana Sharma1 December 2013 at 20:09

    nice dedication

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  13. Natašek1 December 2013 at 23:41

    i kind of got lost in the poem, in a good way. really nicely done.

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  14. jossina2 December 2013 at 06:57

    ‘I am mother of the righteous and the vile’ yes , that's what a mother's love is impartial to all , even to the black sheep

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  15. Margaret2 December 2013 at 12:12

    "I am mother of the righteous and the vile"… a mother loves, regardless.

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  16. TALON2 December 2013 at 13:34

    This reads like a song...so beautiful. Yes, a mother is always a mother regardless of her offspring's predilections.

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