Sai Geetha—Anjali
I wake to the gong; I echo the Om!
I am the lucky elephant babe
That came on wheels to this heavenly place!
I bathe; I pray; I go the sacred round;
I bow with bended knees to the Presence here.
These humans help me place
A garland round His neck
Each day, twixt light and dark.
O how I wish I had my mother here! …
She is hauling timber on Top-slip slope.
O; Pardon me; I have a Mother here
Who mothers all the worlds.
The Mother’s touch is soft as silken moss!
The Mother’s voice is sweet as gurgling brook!
The Mother wafts fragrance like lotus blooms!
The Mother’s robe is bright as sunrise sky!
The foot-fall is like petal-drop
In silent sylvan deep!
The fruits, my Mother places on my tongue,
Are all so tasty; no bud has known the like!
Have you seen the Mother,
With the garland round the neck?
Did you see the Mother’s hand above my brow
When I knelt and prayed, at the lotus feet?
Let me be blessed each day,
With the hand above my brow;
O pray for me!
Let the cool comforting palm
Be my shield from harm,
And yours too
For ever
And ever!!
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, August 1965
NOTE: Sai Geetha passed away on May 22nd 2007 at the age of fifty. On the 23rd, Swami visited her around 7:30 a.m., materialized vibhuti, and sprinkled it on her. Later, around 11:00 a.m. Swami was present for her burial and she was interred in all her finery which was blessed by Swami Himself. He was there for an hour and a half supervising all the formalities. Throughout there was Vedic chanting. Swami bid her farewell with tears in His eyes.
