Sri

Sri

As I think of you mother and what makes you the repertoire of all that is beautiful and complete, I come to some conclusions.

You are a unique wife and mother. You never leave your husband’s side. You cheerfully walk beside him all the while doing everything you can for the sake of us, your children.

You hide your enormous Shakthi behind the façade of a dutiful wife and mother.

Looking at you from my angle [which is as flawed as it can get] I feel he, our father has taken you for granted at times.

As Rama, he decides to go to the jungle and you follow. A long story follows and you shed a lot of tears. People talk about it till today, from their own less- informed angle.

As Krishna when he came, was your lot any better?

You were a princess but you left your kingdom and walked away to his land for the sake of love.

Then much later, some bhakta does his duties well and your husband decides to pay a visit to that man’s home, uninvited. He of course has you in tow. Did you a have a choice at all?

The said bhakta is too busy to invite the two of you in to his home, but is kind enough to offer a brick---a brick! for you to stand upon until he got himself un -busy! Tell me what princess will put up with such things in life?

One knows there is no limit the Paramatma won’t cross for a bhakta , be it a human or a beast.

All this is fine; it is his decision to take unlimited number of steps towards anyone who takes but one step. But he drags you along in these kind of games every time!

I am a little worried that I may be tempted to follow on your footsteps and say “Yessir” where I should be saying “No way sir!” Talk about corruption by association. It’s all because of you mother.

Why do you have to be like this?

I can only see your frozen form in stone now, and you smile your usual smile.

Talk about getting brainwashed. When I stand before your form this way, my brain or whatever is left of it goes out for a spin to only you know where.

Why are you what you are?

Or in other words, who really are you?

 I realize with a start that you are no different from him. 

You are Hari’s heart; you reside there as you rule from there. Yours is the form his motherly love took for our sake, for my sake! 

We understand this form better. Our useless intelligence needs a mother. Our arguing side is quiet before her. Our so called powers of analysis takes leave of us which is good in the long run.

Our clamoring hearts quieten down. Something we can’t quite understand happens to that region when we hold you in our thoughts.

We need this smile; we need your compassion. This is our route to eternal bliss; this is our only help line.

You are Hari’s heart, Hari’s beloved .You are Hari himself in a form we can comprehend.

A very stubborn child stuck to his conviction even when he was threatened with life .This must have touched the Paramatma’s heart where you dwell and he burst forth as Dharma’s fury from out of a pillar to protect that child. There would not have been any time difference at all between these two events. 

So mother Sri, it was you who burst forth too at that momentous moment! 

The homeward bound Sons and daughters know they‘d be welcome in the house of their parents. But when they make the   journey back home, they can feel very weary indeed. What will it be like meeting father? Would he accept them?

But as they walk, whose loving figure is that at the street corner waiting for them?

 It’s yours Mother, of course, and that dissolves any doubts they may have had on the way about the father’s acceptance of them.

You are that part of the Ocean that comes forward to greet the tired rivers that ultimately merge with Hari, the Ocean of bliss.

This understanding puts a spring in my step now. I am still stumbling but I am happy in the knowledge that I am walking on towards that ocean. 

Sri, my mother is waiting for me. She, unseen to me as of now, guides me forward towards Hari in a way I can sometimes feel.

My humble salutations to Mother Sri, the divine in a loving form.

Yath Kadaksha samupasana vidhi,
Sevakasya sakalartha sampadha,
Santhanodhi vachananga manasai,
Twaam murari hridayeswareem bhaje

A hundred crore pranams to Sri, who dwells in my father Hari’s  heart.