Mustard seeds scattered from a mountain peak could be collected!
Mind full of thoughts running hither and thither could be collected?
Sitting an hour to chant Your names after social duties of each day,
To concentrate on Your charming form, Tell me is there an easy way?
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Through this world of unreality, real is to be found!
Through this body of bondage, liberation is sought!
Through this life of false I, truth is to be searched!
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He goes into dense forest
Climbs up steep crest
Plucks out a rare flower
Comes down to offer to his lover
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It is an ever busy highway.
Above shines the hottest Sun of July.
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Thoughts the vicious eagles chase after,
My soul the pigeon with wings flutter,
Your name is the sanctuary to surrender!
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If a gurgling baby grows as a world’s greatest orator,
If a girl with spinal cord trains herself as a non-spinal gymnastic,
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Even if a weightless thought
Thought to hit anyone
Is bound to make a bond
To make one more knot
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Mother, Anandamayi!
Hugging any child
Whether Young or old
Whether mild or wild
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As I walked alone in Life,
Enquiring the meaning of grief,
With accompanying twilight waft,
Under dim sky full of blinking stars,
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Amma, What Is Solitude?
World is always busy.
Blind mind too busy all the time.
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