Ode To Shri Mataji

Friday 13 May 2005.
 
Seeping through hard rocks
Benevolent as she quenches
She is like the water
Only she is a lot sweeter.
 
She knows her path
Deep into my heart
So gives me such wealth
Like water that perfumes the Earth
 
Prosperity I see all around
And joy so profound
Behold the fresh green pastures
Just when her work matures.
 
Barren I was, devoid of life
Empty without anything so nice
What magic spell did you cast?
My face is all lit up with smiles.



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