"In a village there was a beautiful statue of a great Mahatma (great soul) standing with his arms outstretched. On a plaque beneath the statue these words were inscribed: 'Come into My arms!' One day a terrible riot took place in the village. There was a lot of destruction everywhere, and the statue was disfigured. The arms were broken off. The villagers loved the statue and were very upset about it. They gathered together and decided to make new arms for the statue. But an old man stood up among them and said, 'Don't worry about making new arms for the statue. Let him be as he is, without arms.' The villagers wondered, 'But what about the plaque underneath? It says, "Come into My arms!"' The old man replied, 'That's no problem. Just below the words, "Come into my arms," we should add, "But I have no other arms than yours."'
HH Mata Amritanandamayi Amma tells :
"My children, this is what God is constantly telling us: 'I have no separate hands, legs, eyes, or body other than your own. I move through your hands, walk with your legs, see through your eyes and pulsate within the heart of each one of you.'"
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