THE HANDBAG – The Ocean of milk
The handbag of Shri Mataji is always with Her
when She leaves the house. To carry it, to look after it, and to open it and
search for something, Shri Mataji has asked for, will always remain a special
memory to those who have had the experience. The content of the bag is manifold, and looking
for something specific, always feels like the churning of
The Ocean of Milk
are the heavens deserted and empty,
are the cities celestial so silent and plain,
have the colours gone from the gardens of Indra,
why lies a veil of grief over the habitats divine?
has the shining in the crown of Sakhsi Devi faded away,
have the sparkles disappeared from the eyes of Her Lord,
are the chants of Brihaspathi devoid
of joy and conviction,
And why are the Devas so tired and pale?
is Parijata, the celestial wishing tree,
the atmosphere of Indraloka with his exquisite fragrance,
boons to the sick and deserving?
where is Surabhi the cow of plenty,
of Nandi the white bull of Shiva,
the heavens with her patient and gentle heart,
nourishing the countless pujas offered to the Devi?
shores of the milky sea lay dry and barren,
infinite ocean of abundance has ceased to flow.
was brought forth by the process of churning
if the Giver of wealth and fortune
withdrawn Her horn of plenty.
us go to Shri Brahmadeva,
Knower of the wheel of time.
us praise His wisdom
let us ask Him,
ill-fate has befallen the dwellers of heaven.
and revealing are the Lord’s words to the anxious:
feel strangely abandoned,
feel like children being deprived of the Mothers love.
are sensing the loss of something you can’t name.
right your are.”
and behold, the Queen of creation,
eternal source of All and One.
Mistress of Mani Dvipa
gathered Her court
settle on earth
a moment in time.
by Her exquisite Maya,
Her nature in human disguise.
equipment of powers behind camouflage so sweet,
has taken with Her the paraphernalia of supreme Motherhood
install and manifest
rejoice and take delight
the Leela of the three folded Mother.
your worries to the Maha Maya
marvel at Her powers of illusion.
Her hands She carries Moon and Sun
when you open her handbag………
will hear the sound of the rushing sea”
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