The Mothers Look until Looking Becomes Supreme Bliss
Uttara Kanda, Doha 7
Doha 7 · Movement 2 of 2
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The movement of welcome grows still. The mothers behold Rama with Lakshmana and Sita beside him, three beloved forms gathered within one field of sight after years of separation.
Nothing is asked of the moment. No tale of forest or battle needs to be told. The eyes rest where the heart has waited, and the mind sinks beneath thought into supreme bliss.
Again and again a thrill passes through their bodies. The small rising of each hair reveals what speech cannot carry. Rama is here. Sita is here. Lakshmana is here. The mothers do not possess this vision by holding it tightly. They are immersed in it, as though the returning forms have become an immeasurable lake and every boundary of grief has dissolved beneath its surface. The homecoming reaches its deepest chamber when everyone simply looks.
Three returned forms fill the mothers' eyes until sight itself becomes a silent immersion in bliss.
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लछिमन अरु सीता सहित प्रभुहि बिलोकति मातु। परमानंद मगन मन पुनि पुनि पुलकित गातु।।7।।
The mothers beheld the Lord together with Lakshmana and Sita. Their minds were immersed in supreme bliss, and again and again their bodies thrilled with ecstasy.