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  <title>Prayer to the Mother - MONKEY - tribe.net</title>
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    <title>Prayer to the Mother</title>
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      <name>Cynthia</name>
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    <updated>2008-09-01T15:02:54Z</updated>
    <published>2008-09-01T15:02:54Z</published>
    <summary type="html">Salutations to the Divine Mother who exists in all beings in the form of intelligence, mercy and beauty. Salutations, O Sweet Mother, the  consort of Lord Siva! O Mother Parvati, Thou art Lakshmi. Thou art Sarasvati. Thou art Kaali, Durga and Kundalini. Thou art the embodiment of all power. Thou art Para Sakti. Thou art in the form of all objects. Thou art the sole refuge for all. Thou hast enchanted the whole world. The whole universe is the play of Thy three Gunas.  How can I praise Thee? Thy glory is indescribable. Thy splendour is ineffable. Protect me. Guide me. O Loving Mother!&#xD;
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O Adorable Mother! Thou hast generated this great illusion by which all people walk deluded in this world. All sciences have come from Thee. Without Thy grace, no one can get success in spiritual Sadhana and salvation in the end. Thou art the seed for this world. Thou hast two aspects, viz., the unmanifested aspect (Avyaktam), and the  manifested aspect or the gross universe. The whole world gets dissolved  in Avyaktam during Pralaya. Give me the divine eye. Let me behold Thy real majestic form. Help me to cross this illusion. O Kind Mother.&#xD;
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O Compassionate Mother! I bow to Thee. Thou art my saviour. Thou art my goal. Thou art my sole support. Thou art my guide and the  remover of all afflictions, troubles and miseries. Thou art the embodiment of auspiciousness. Thou pervadest the whole universe. The whole universe is filled with Thee. Thou art the storehouse of all qualities. Do Thou protect me. I again and again salute Thee! &#xD;
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O Glorious Mother! Salutations to Thee. All women are Thy parts. Mind, egoism, intellect, body, Prana and senses are Thy forms. Thou art Para-Prakriti and Apara-Prakriti. Thou art electricity, magnetism, force, energy, power and will. All forms are Thy forms only. Reveal to me the mystery of creation. Bestow on me the divine knowledge.&#xD;
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O Loving Mother! Thou art the primal energy. Thou hast two aspects, viz., the terrible and the peaceful. Thou art modesty, gentleness, shyness, generosity, courage, forbearance and patience. Thou art faith in the heart of devotees and nobility in noble people, chivalry in warriors and ferocity in tigers. Give me strength to control the mind and the Indriyas. Make me worthy of dwelling in Thee.  Salutations unto Thee. &#xD;
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O Mother Supreme! When shall I have equal vision and balanced state of mind? When shall I be established in Ahimsa, Satya and Brahmacharya? When shall I have Thy vision? When shall I get deep abiding peace and perennial joy? When shall I enter into deep meditation and Samadhi? O Radiant Mother! I have not done any spiritual Sadhana or service of teachers. I have not practised any Vrata, pilgrimage, charity, Japa, meditation or worship. I have not studied religious scriptures. I have neither discrimination nor dispassion. I have neither purity nor burning yearning for liberation. Thou art my only refuge. Thou art my only support. My silent adorations unto Thee! I  am Thy meek suppliant. Remove the veil of ignorance.&#xD;
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O Gracious Mother! Prostrations unto Thee. Where art Thou? Do not forsake me. I am Thy child. Take me to the other shore of fearlessness and joy. When shall I behold Thy lotus-feet with my own eyes? Thou art the boundless ocean of mercy. When the  philosopher' s stone turns iron into gold by contact, when the Ganga turns impure water into pure water, canst Thou not change me, O  Mother Divine, into pure soul? May my tongue repeat Thy Name always.&#xD;
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-Swami Sivananda</summary>
    <dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2008-09-01T15:02:54Z</dc:date>
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