• Swami Purnananda

Nov 11, 2020 || Daily Thought & Prayer


Soon to dominate blue sphere

And disturb the atmosphere

Rivers, seas with strings fills

Strangled gates of fishes’ gills

Cough with smelly smoke in hair

Pumping methane in the air

Scratching holes for mineral gain

Yet Mother never did complain

Instead her loving arm enfolds

Comfort for the child she holds

Taking forgetful souls by hand

To immortal unblemished land

Trust that she removes all doubts

That all strong enemies she routs

That food, air and thought’s supply

She never allows flow to run dry


O Mother I surrender at Thy feet. Why should I worry about this world when you look after everything and give me the capacity to transform discord into harmony? I ask not that you carry me, but for the certainty that you are always with me, in me through me and beyond.

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