• Swami Purnananda

Oct 24, 2020 || Daily Thought & Prayer

Updated: Apr 10


What power stirs in breaths?

Same that whips up the winds

What power falls from our lips?

Same destroys or guides ships

What pumps a throbbing heart?

Same that sits in pulsing sun

What moves hands and feet?

Same one that generates heat

Who appeases Mother’s whims

Only those who treasure her

Mighty power no one can hold

For by her will we are controlled

All desires she grants to those

Who adored and who she chose

Purity child’s gift compressed

Every female’s Her expressed


O glorious Mother bedecked in autumn colours, may I ever be Thy child; may I sit on Thy lap and ride the winds with Thee.

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