I just received this recording of Ma as she recited her River poem. It was the same poem she
recited when I first met her at the Parliament of world Religions in Chicago in 1993.
She stood there at the podium and recited and I listened and I cried and wondered why.
Why was this poem, recited by someone who I did not know, bring tears to my eyes?
Why did these words create such a profound stirring in my soul?
At the end of the program, I sought out some folks who were around Ma. She had already left.
The first one I met I immediately asked “Who is that woman who read the River poem?”
“What is this poem all about? Why did it make me cry?”
I was given a card with an invitation to come to an evening that Ma would be giving as an introduction to her workshop.
It was a room on the 7th floor of the hotel where the Parliament was being held
I went early that evening and on arriving, I noticed a small table with a photograph, near the seat for the speaker.
There was hardly anyone in the hall yet, and so i went up to see whose picture was there.
It was a picture of Nityananda, Swami Muktananda’s Guru!
I know him! What is Ma’s connection with this man?
I found all my answers eventually.
One day, back in Canada, Ma wrote to me through her secretary. He said:
“Ma asks you, what shall she call you?”
I wrote back: “Call me what you want.”
She wrote back: “Your name is Ganga das” (means ‘servant of the Ganges”)
Of course, the Ganges is the River. I go back to my journal from India and read about my
stay near the River Ganges, my first bath in the River, I see the children playing by the river,
I see the cows straying, the widows who cry and all those things Ma mentions in her poem.