My dearest Amma, my mother, my guru, my goddess, my guiding spirit, my love, my anchor—you are my Shiva.
Our love was a sacred union steady glow in disciplined skies,
karmic light pulling souls eternally close.
karmic light pulling souls eternally close.
To have had you in physical form,
the love you gave was tangible
in this three-dimensional world.
But the kid you raised still lives here,
missing your physical presence every day.
You've been on my mind as my comfort,
and my heart is full of you—
like the eagle spirit you always wanted me to embody,
soaring high, rising above the mundane.
I am connected to you through my prayers;
in stillness, I reach you, devoted heart aflame.
Your disciple is trying to accomplish
your unfulfilled mission, building it in isolation.
The time is near to leave the nest you built,
to reach a faraway land and build your shrine,
leading the life you envisioned.
Your wish is my wish—no duality here.
I am the body; you are my mind now,
our love weaving us as one.
Yet I miss you, Amma—your touch, your voice,
the food you fed me with boundless grace.
Why was I so lucky, I question,
to be born in your womb's holy cradle?
I am truly blessed to be your kid,
who will carry your love and healing
to faraway lands. I know you are waiting
for me on the other side, your light ever guiding.
A thought comes: how I wish
I could ring you in heaven and speak.
Then your silent inner voice answers—
You are in me; I have become you, my Amma.
In devotion's orbit, forever yours,
Your celestial child
