In the child in the streets are the eyes of my Amma
The laughter in our heart is the joy of my Amma
In the pure and noble mind shines the light of my Amma
In the truth that we are One is the peace of my Amma
The Wind in the leaves has the grace of my Amma
The flowers in the field have the smell of my Amma
The trash on the Earth is the dirt on my Amma
The hands that pick it up are the hands of my Amma
The breaking ocean waves are the curls of my Amma
The sparkle in the stars is the shine of my Amma
In the blind, halt, and lame is the patience of Amma
In the journey of life to death runs the song of my Amma
The feet that run to serve are the feet of my Amma
The arms holding others are the arms of my Amma
In our kindness to each other is the love of my Amma
Impatience for the Goal is the fire of my Amma
