When I first came to see Amma in June 1979, I was reborn as a child. I was 22 years old. Since then, I have been holding onto the hem of Amma's sari. That continues to this day. Forty years have passed, but before Amma I am still a child. That's how I like it. If one is a child, one can learn a great deal. It's also easy for a mother to teach a child. The portals of knowledge become closed to us the moment we think, "I am grownup and have become big." Alternatively, it is easiest to grow if our heart becomes expansive and our ego shrinks. Amma's life and deeds are my object of meditation. Her voice and words are, for me, the sounds of the Divine Flute-the sweet melody that roused me from deep slumber. Published By The Disciples Of Mata Amritanandamayi Devi, Affectionately Known As Mother, Or Amma The Hugging Saint.