A Life of Devotion to Ma Saraswati

September, 2025

Ma Saraswati

When I was a very young child, I would memorize the flow of phrasing as my mom would read to me, and then “read” those same books to my little brother.

When I was 9 and discovered the saxophone, I would watch musical performances and concert videos instead of weekend cartoons.

In the summers, I longed for school to return as there was nothing more fulfilling to me than learning.

At 18, I found myself enamoured by the study of art and academic writing. Classical music in the headphones, essay planning in the library, nowhere I’d rather be.

In my early 20s, when I began learning more about yoga and spirituality, it was devotional poetry, mantra japa, and the echos of a harmonium that thinned the veil so wisdom may seep through the cracks of thought, which is also Her.

In my late 20s, curating the perfect poetic verse, a stroke of deep red paint, and an archival research trip would bring me to my knees.

The orchestral hall became my temple and the library felt like a refuge. In times of bondage, the camera lens would set me free.

I have been a devotee of Ma Saraswati all my life, far before I knew anything of yoga or deities. Saraswati, She who governs the arts and learning. She who composes the symphony of creation. She who is Harmony itself.

God is anything but distant. She is the accentuation of a word to spark inquiry, the impulse to create, the clarity of inner wisdom, and the quiet thrill of a well-composed painting.

It is the grace of Her sadhana to which I owe everything, and to whom the work of this life is dedicated. I pray that I can do Her a fraction of justice.

Jai Ma. 🤍📚✍🏼🖌️✨

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