Monday 30 August 2010

DAWN ROSE

I caught the wonder of a radiant dawn,
Reflected in an august summer rose;
Gold, yellow, orange, ravishing red,
Blended to form the blazing flame of morn.
I held the fiery flower up to my nose,
To sense the fragrance of its perfumed head,
Bewitched by all the colours of that form.
Then I deeply turned my gaze inside,
To see what dwelt there, in my inner soul;
What impression had that rose made on me?
I waited some while, at heart I did abide.
That rose was a pointer to make me whole,
Reflecting that great dawn when I'd be free
And ego, in sadhana's bright fire, he died .

Sunday 29 August 2010

FRIENDS ON THE MOUNTAIN PATH

1. MOTHER DIVINE

Our Mother Divine lifts her sacred cup,
She pours pellucid, precious, potent balm,
Curing, healing, lifting pilgrim’s spirit up.

With power of Love, perfect, peaceful, calm,
She holds poor palsied pilgrim in her palm,
And plies him with pure nectar, honey sweet,

So pouring from her silver grail a potion warm,
To soothe all cares and salve his blistered feet,
With Love’s ointment: oh, perfect Paraclete!

2. WHITE KNIGHT

Feeling his fiery steed between his knees,
He watches restless spirit’s breathing flow;
The stallion settles and he reins with ease.

Now tamed, he canters where he wants to go,
To Himalayan summits crowned with snow,
A pure white splendour glowing bright in light,

Above dark turmoil of dormant worlds below.
He arrives at awesome Selfhood, blazing bright,
Sun burst of splendour, ends soul’s dark night.

Now, White Knight hoists on high his pointed lance,
To joust with Death, a fierce Titanic tilt.
As he mounts his steed in martial prance

He strikes hard at dragon, up to the hilt,
To end all dark sorrow, fear and guilt.
Free from sense of doership, an act replete

With holy knowledge, a temple truly built
To worship God, he kneels to kiss the feet
Of Death’s slayer; such a sacred blessed feat.

3. GOD LOVE SOLDIER

Wielding his spear of sharpest concentration,
The God-love soldier plunges its silver blade,
With mighty force of lucid sheer attention,

Deep into the dragon’s heart. Unafraid,
Delivering the coup de grace, vile ego’s laid!
Well honed with dispassionate discrimination,

Whetted with ardent zeal, no wavering shade
Of cowardice, his steel, with keen anticipation,
Slays his wayward mind of Self alienation.

4. ARCHER

He twangs the bow of Self-Enquiry, to enter
A sharp arrow of clearly aimed insight,
Zinging to the bull’s eye of Truth at centre.

Dispelling all doubts in error free flight,
He finds Love, a beckoning beacon light,
Glowing within his inner cave of heart.

Such marksmanship is God-Warriors right,
To win this vision, the true martial art,
Holy war, waged ‘til soul and body part.

5. AQUARIUS

Water bearer draws deep from Rachel’s well,
A jar of truth for pilgrim’s thirst to slake.
Raising the cup he hears the temple bell

Which calls him home to pray and penance make
To God, whom he adores for His own dear sake
Alone, and free from lust for selfish boon.

His love showers rain of grace, and fills the lake
Where sails the white swan of devotion, soon
To glow beneath the golden harvest Moon.

6. PRIMORDIAL SAGE

Primordial Sage, in silence, takes his seat,
Emitting waves of God-like love to those
Who sit surrendered at his lotus feet.

His mystic vision’s sure, and truly knows
The sure destruction of all disciples’ woes,
That halt the climb to Self’s most blissful place.

His merciful love abundantly flows,
Ever granting pilgrim power to trace
His own Self ablaze, in a sea of grace.

7. BOLD PILGRIM

So bold pilgrim ascends the mountain path,
His friends are unconditional faith and trust.
Gentle compassion rains, a healing bath

Of grace, cleansing his feet of mundane dust,
Freeing him from greed, ego, anger, lust.
Fearless he walks, awakened, to his goal,

Unattached, discriminating, and so just,
‘Til attaining consummation with the Whole,
He finds, hidden deep at heart, Eternal Soul!



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Tuesday 24 August 2010

MYSTIC MUSINGS

We're enmeshed in multitudinous unity,
A brief breath of life, sensed in brevity,
Interspersed with pangs of joy and levity,
Rewarded by love or punished with severity.

Such is the mysterious game of life,
Death is her enigmatic truly wedded wife;
Together they play the fiddle on fields of grey,
While little me knows not what will come or may.

I rambled in the greenly grassy wooded grove,
A sunfilled public park in which I often rove,
The welcoming warmth from this tiny midget star,
Set on the cusp of the great milky way afar,

Is a molten mass of atomic exploding flame,
Fed from the Great Sun Absolute without a Name.
A black cloud arose and obscured the lovely light,
Those glorious gleams were no more in my sight.

It's almost the same as with our Inner Sun,
The microcosm of that vast Almighty One.
Dark clouds of vasansas cloak the Self like night,
But Self Enquiry restores the light so bright!

Wednesday 18 August 2010

REFLECTIONS

Ego's driven by crude desire for pleasure,
Pleasure without graded guage or measure,
It views sex, money, and goods as treasure;
Unrestrained it rushes after aimless leisure.

'Twould be wiser to be much more profound,
Reflect on wisdom that Great Sages found;
Exercise control, bury ego in the ground,
Build the shrine of Self Realisation on its mound.

Let life glow golden, not grimly greyer,
That must be our fervent earnest prayer,
Surrender to God's will as a brave yea-sayer,
Love our dear own Self and our near close neighbour.

Monday 16 August 2010

ARUNACHALA

Oh blazing mountain of light shedding red rays,
Formless God in the form of a massive Hill
Save me from suffering samsara's ill,
Be my guide and guardian the rest of my days.
I love Thee, pinnacle of spiritual health,
Healer of souls suffering from birth and death,
Remain with me as I take each precious breath,
To be One with Thee is truly the greatest wealth!

You stole my Heart in a miraculous way,
What have I done to deserve such grace?
Grant me the glance of Thy radiant face,
That I may stay Thy faithful slave, I pray.
We thank You, oh sacred mount Arunachala,
For being the home of our Great Lord Ramana!

Sunday 15 August 2010

MARITAL GARDEN OF LETTERS BY SRI BHAGAVAN RAMANA MAHARSHI

Marital Garland Of Letters
Gracious Ganapati! with Thy hand bless me, that I may make this marital garland of letters worthy of Sri Arunachala, the Bridegroom!

REFRAIN

Arunachala Shiva! Arunachala Shiva! Arunachala Shiva! Arunachala!
Arunachala Shiva! Arunachala Shiva! Arunachala Shiva! Arunachala!

1.

Arunachala! Thou dost root out the ego of those who meditate on Thee in the heart, Oh Arunachala!

Arunachala! Thou dost root out the ego of those who dwell on their identity with Thee, Oh Arunachala!

2.

May Thou and I be one and inseparable like Alagu and Sundara, Oh Arunachala!

3.

Entering my home and luring me to Thine, why didst Thou keep me prisoner in Thy heart’s cavern, Oh Arunachala?

4.

Was it for Thy pleasure or for my sake Thou didst win me? If now Thou turn me away, the world will blame Thee, Oh Arunachala!

5.

Escape this blame! Why didst Thou then recall Thyself to me? How can I leave Thee now, Oh Arunachala?

6.

Kinder far art Thou than one’s own mother. Is this then Thy all-kindness, Oh Arunachala?

Kinder indeed art Thou than one’s own mother, such is Thy Love, Oh Arunachala!

7.

Sit firmly in my mind lest it elude Thee, Oh Arunachala!

Change not Thy nature and flee, but hold fast in my mind, Oh Arunachala!
Be watchful in my mind, lest it change even Thee into me and rush away, Oh Arunachala!

8.
Display Thy beauty, for the fickle mind to see Thee for ever and to rest, Oh Arunachala!
The strumpet mind will cease to walk the streets if only she find Thee. Disclose Thy Beauty then and hold her bound, Oh Arunachala!
The mind by her unsteadiness prevents my seeking Thee and finding peace; grant me the vision of Thy Beauty, Oh Arunachala!

9.
After abducting me if now Thou dost not embrace me, where is Thy chivalry, Oh Arunachala?

10.
Does it become Thee thus to sleep when I am outraged by others, Oh Arunachala?

11.
Even when the thieves of the five senses break in upon me, art Thou not still in my heart, Oh Arunachala!

12.
One art Thou without a second; who then could dare elude Thee and come in? This is only Thy jugglery, Oh Arunachala!

13.
Significance of OM unrivaled — unsurpassed! Who can comprehend Thee, Oh Arunachala?

14.
As Universal Mother, it is Thy duty to dispense Thy Grace and save me, Oh Arunachala!

15.
Who can ever find Thee? The Eye of the eye art Thou, and without eyes Thou seest, Oh Arunachala!
Being the sight of the eye, even without eyes find me out Thyself. Who but Thyself can find out Thee, Oh Arunachala?

16.
As a lode-stone attracts iron, magnetizing it and holding it fast, so do Thou to me, Oh Arunachala!

17.
Unmoving Hill, melting into a Sea of Grace, have mercy I pray, Oh Arunachala!

18.
Fiery Gem, shining in all directions, do Thou burn up my dross, Oh Arunachala!

19.
Shine as my Guru, making me free from faults and worthy of Thy Grace, Oh Arunachala!

20.
Save me from the cruel snares of fascinating women and honour me with union with Thyself, Oh Arunachala!

21.
Though I beg, Thou art callous and dost not condescend. I pray Thee! say to me ‘Fear not!’ Oh Arunachala!

22.
Unasked Thou givest; this is Thy imperishable fame. Do not belie Thy name, Oh Arunachala!

23.
Sweet fruit within my hands, let me be mad with ecstasy, drunk with the Bliss of Thy Essence, Oh Arunachala!

24.
Blazoned as the Devourer of Thy votaries, how can I survive who have embraced Thee, Oh Arunachala?

25.
Thou, unruffled by anger! What crime has marked me off for Thy wrath, Oh Arunachala?
Thou, unruffled by anger! What austerities left incomplete have won me Thy special favour, Oh Arunachala?

26.
Glorious Mountain of Love, celebrated by Gautama, rule me with Thy gracious glance, Oh Arunachala!

27.
Dazzling Sun that swallowest up all the universe in Thy rays, in Thy Light open the lotus of my heart I pray, Oh Arunachala!

28.
Let me, Thy prey, surrender unto Thee and be consumed, and so have Peace, Oh Arunachala!
I came to feed on Thee, but Thou has fed on me; now there is Peace, Oh Arunachala!

29.
O Moon of Grace, with Thy cool rays as hands, open within me the ambrosial orifice and let my heart rejoice, Arunachala!

30.
Tear off these robes, expose me naked, then robe me with Thy Love, Oh Arunachala!

31.
There in the heart rest quiet! Let the sea of joy surge, speech and feeling cease, Oh Arunachala!

32.
Do not continue to deceive and prove me; disclose instead Thy Transcendental Self, Oh Arunachala!

33.
Vouchsafe the knowledge of Eternal Life that I may learn the glorious Primal Wisdom, and shun the delusion of this world, Oh Arunachala!

34.
Unless Thou embrace me, I shall melt away in tears of anguish, Oh Arunachala!

35.
If spurned by Thee, alas! what rests for me but the torment of my prarabdha? What hope is left for me, Arunachala?

36.
In silence Thou saidst, ‘Stay silent!’ and Thyself stood silent, Oh Arunachala!

37.
Happiness lies in peaceful repose enjoyed when resting in the Self. Beyond speech indeed is This my State, Oh Arunachala!

38.
Thou didst display Thy prowess once, and, the perils ended, return to Thy repose, Oh Arunachala!
Sun! Thou didst sally forth and illusion was ended. Then didst Thou shine motionless, Oh Arunachala!

39.
A dog can scent out its master; am I then worse than a dog? Steadfastly will I seek Thee and regain Thee, Oh Arunachala!
Worse than a dog for want of a scent, how can I track Thee, Oh Arunachala?

40.
Grant me wisdom, I beseech Thee, so that I may not pine for love of Thee in ignorance, Oh Arunachala!

41.
Not finding the flower open, Thou didst stay, no better than a bee trapped in the bud of my mind, Oh Arunachala!
In sunlight the lotus blossoms, how then couldst Thou, the Sun of suns, hover before me like a flower bee, saying ‘Thou art not yet in blossom,’ Oh Arunachala?

42.
‘Thou hast realized the Self even without knowing that it was the Truth. It is the Truth Itself!’ Speak thus if it be so, Oh Arunachala!
Thou art the subject of most diverse views yet art Thou not this only, Oh Arunachala?
Not known to the tattvas, though Thou art their being! What does this mean, Oh Arunachala?

43.
That each one is Reality Itself, Thou wilt of Thy Nature show, Oh Arunachala!
Reveal Thyself! Thou only art Reality, Oh Arunachala!
‘Reality is nothing but the Self;’ is this not all Thy message, Oh Arunachala?

44.
‘Look within, ever seeking the Self with the inner eye, then will It be found.’ Thus didst Thou direct me, beloved Arunachala!

45.
Seeking Thee within but weakly, I came back unrewarded. Aid me, Oh Arunachala!
Weak though my effort was, by Thy Grace I gained the Self, Oh Arunachala!
Seeking Thee in the Infinite Self, I regained my own Self, Oh Arunachala!

46.
What value has the birth without Knowledge born of realization? It is not even worth speaking about, Oh Arunachala!

47.
Let me dive into the true Self, wherein merge only the pure in mind and speech, Oh Arunachala!
I, by Thy Grace, am sunk in Thy Self, wherein merge only those divested of their minds and thus made pure, Oh Arunachala!

48.
When I took shelter under Thee as my One God, Thou didst destroy me altogether, Oh Arunachala!

49.
Treasure of benign and holy Grace, found without seeking, steady my wandering mind, Oh Arunachala!

50.
On seeking Thy Real Self with courage, my raft capsized and the waters came over me. Have mercy on me Arunachala!

51.
Unless Thou extend Thy hand of Grace in mercy and embrace me, I am lost, Oh Arunachala!
Enfold me body to body, limb to limb, or I am lost, Oh Arunachala!

52.
O Undefiled, abide Thou in my heart so that there may be everlasting joy, Arunachala!

53.
Mock me not, who seek Thy protection! Adorn me with Thy Grace and then regard me, Oh Arunachala!
Smile with Grace and not with scorn on me, who come Thee, Oh Arunachala!

54.
When I approached, Thou didst not bend; Thou stoodst unmoved, at one with me, Oh Arunachala!
Does it not shame Thee to stand there like a post, leaving me to find Thee by myself, Oh Arunachala?

55.
Rain Thy Mercy on me ere Thy Knowledge burn me to ashes, Oh Arunachala!

56.
Unite with me to destroy Thou and me, and bless me with the state of ever-vibrant joy, Oh Arunachala!

57.
When shall I become like the ether and reach Thee, subtle of being, that the tempest of thoughts may end, Oh Arunachala?
When will waves of thought cease to rise? When shall I reach Thee, subtler than the subtlest ether, Oh Arunachala!

58.
I am a simpleton devoid of learning. Do Thou dispel illusion, Oh Arunachala!
Destroy Thou my wrong knowledge, I beseech Thee, for I lack the knowledge which the Scriptures lead to, Oh Arunachala!

59.
When I melted away and entered Thee, my Refuge, I found Thee standing naked, Oh Arunachala!

60.
In my unloving self Thou didst create a passion for Thee, therefore forsake me not, Oh Arunachala!

61.
Fruit shriveled and spoilt is worthless; take and enjoy it ripe, Oh Arunachala!
I am not a fruit which is overripe and spoilt; draw me, then, into the inmost recess and fix me in Eternity, Oh Arunachala!

62.
Hast Thou not bartered cunningly Thyself for me? Oh, Thou art death to me, Arunachala!
Hast Thou not bartered happily Thyself for me, giving all and taking nothing? Art Thou not blind, Oh Arunachala?

63.
Regard me! Take thought of me! Touch me! Mature me! Make me one with Thee, Oh Arunachala!

64.
Grant me Thy Grace ere the poison of delusion grips me and, rising to my head, kills me, Oh Arunachala!

65.
Thyself regard me and dispel illusion! Unless Thou do so who can intercede with Grace Itself made manifest, Oh Arunachala?

66.
With madness for Thee hast Thou freed me of madness; grant me now the cure of all madness, Oh Arunachala!

67.
Fearless I seek Thee, Fearlessness Itself! How canst Thou fear to take me, Oh Arunachala?

68.
Where is ignorance or Wisdom, if I am blessed with union to Thee, Oh Arunachala?

69.
My mind has blossomed, scent it with Thy fragrance and perfect it. Oh Arunachala!
Espouse me, I beseech Thee, and let this mind, now wedded to the world, be wedded to Perfection, Oh Arunachala!

70.
Mere thought of Thee has drawn me to Thee, and who can gauge Thy Glory, Oh Arunachala?

71.
Thou hast possessed me, unexorcizable Spirit! and made me mad for Thee, that I may cease to be a ghost wandering the world, Oh Arunachala!

72.
Be Thou my stay and my support lest I droop helpless like a tender creeper, Oh Arunachala!

73.
Thou didst benumb my faculties with stupefying powder, then rob me of my understanding and reveal the Knowledge of Thy Self, Oh Arunachala!

74.
Show me the warfare of Thy Grace, in the Open Field where there is no coming and going. Oh Arunachala!

75.
Unattached to the physical frame composed of the elements, let me for ever repose happy in the sight of Thy Splendour, Oh Arunachala!

76.
Thou hast administered the medicine of confusion to me, so must I be confounded! Shine Thou as Grace, the cure of all confusion, Oh Arunachala!

77.
Shine Thou selfless, sapping the pride of those who boast of their free will, Oh Arunachala!

78.
I am a fool who prays only when overwhelmed, yet disappoint me not, Oh Arunachala!

79. Guard me lest I flounder storm-tossed like a ship without a helmsman, Oh Arunachala!

80.
Thou hast cut the knot which hid the vision of Thy Head and Foot. Motherlike, shouldst Thou not complete Thy task, Oh Arunachala?

81.
Be not like a mirror held up to a noseless man, but raise me and embrace me, Oh Arunachala!

82.
Let us embrace upon the bed of tender flowers, which is the mind, within the room of the body, Oh Arunachala!

83.
How is it that Thou hast become famous from Thy constant union with the poor and humble, Oh Arunachala?

84.
Thou hast removed the blindness of ignorance with the unguent of Thy Grace, and made me truly Thine, Oh Arunachala!

85.
Thou didst shave clean my head; then Thou didst show Thyself dancing in Transcendent Space, Oh Arunachala!

86.
Though Thou hast loosed me from the mists of error and made me mad for Thee, why hast Thou not yet freed me from illusion, Oh Arunachala?
Though Thou hast detached me from the world and made me cleave to Thee, Thy passion for me has not cooled, Oh Arunachala!

87.
Is it true Silence to rest like a stone, inert and unexpansive, Oh Arunachala?

88.
Who was it that threw mud to me for food and robbed me of my livelihood, Oh Arunachala?

89.
Unknown to all, stupefying me, Who was it that ravished my soul, Oh Arunachala?

90.
I spoke thus to Thee, because Thou art my Lord; be not offended but come and give me happiness, Oh Arunachala!

91.
Let us enjoy one another in the House of Open Space, where there is neither night nor day, Oh Arunachala!

92.
Thou didst take aim at me with darts of Love and then devoured me alive, Oh Arunachala!

93.
Thou art the Primal Being, whereas I count not in this nor in the other world. What didst Thou gain then by my worthless self, Oh Arunachala?

94.
Didst Thou not call me in? I have come in. Now measure out for me, my maintenance is now Thy burden. Hard is Thy lot, Oh Arunachala!

95.
The moment Thou didst welcome me, didst enter into me and grant me Thy divine life, I lost my individuality, Oh Arunachala!

96.
Bless me that I may die without losing hold of Thee, or miserable is my fate, Oh Arunachala!

97.
From my home Thou didst entice me, then stealing into my heart didst draw me gently into Thine, such is Thy Grace, Oh Arunachala!

98.
I have betrayed Thy secret workings. Be not offended! Show me Thy Grace now openly and save me, Oh Arunachala!

99.
Grant me the essence of the Vedas, which shine in the Vedanta, One without a second, Oh Arunachala!

100.
Even my slanders, treat as praise and guard me for ever as Thine own, I pray, Oh Arunachala!
Let even slander be as praise to me, and guard me for ever as Thine own, I pray, Oh Arunachala!
Place Thy hand upon my head! make me partaker of Thy Grace! do not abandon me, I pray, Oh Arunachala!

101.
As snow in water, let me melt as Love in Thee, who art Love itself, Oh Arunachala!

102.
I had but thought of Thee as Aruna, and lo! I was caught in the trap of Thy Grace! Can the net of Thy Grace ever fail, Oh Arunachala?

103.
Watching like a spider to trap me in the web of Thy Grace, Thou didst entwine me and when imprisoned feed upon me, Oh Arunachala!

104.
Let me be the votary of the votaries of those who hear Thy name with love, Oh Arunachala!

105.
Shine Thou for ever as the loving Saviour of helpless suppliants like myself, Oh Arunachala!

106.
Familiar to Thine ears are the sweet songs of votaries who melt to the very bones with love for Thee, yet let my poor strains also be acceptable, Oh Arunachala!

107.
Hill of Patience, bear with my foolish words, as hymns of joy or as Thou please, Oh Arunachala!

108.
Oh Arunachala! my Loving Lord! Throw Thy garland about my shoulders, wearing Thyself this one strung by me, Arunachala!

Blessed be Arunachala! blessed be His devotees!
Blessed be this Marital Garland of Letters!

Friday 13 August 2010

GRATITUDE FOR RAIN

Thank God for morning's dew-drenched emerald lawn,
And the gentle rain that waters harvest fields,
That fills the mountain's sacred rivers so forlorn,
And aids all gardeners to gain rich floral yields.

The fresh spring water quenches dry thirst of man,
It cleanses all it reaches with its firm wet hand,
This heavenly element upholds our days for a span
Of time. For your gift of rain our gratitude is grand.

In the desert of life treading on dry sands of time,
Dwell your oases of Truth to feed our soul's dire need;
We bathe in temple waters, a sacred rite divine,
To purify. Our quest for Truth you'll always feed.

Welcome the rain by singing hymns of holy joy,
The flood of God-Love which will never ever cloy.

Wednesday 11 August 2010

SHIVA'S DANCE

"This soul's to be reborn, his mind is hard;
On his egotism I have need to dance,
On his vasanas I shall stamp and prance"!
Thinking how to protect me and safeguard,
You trampled on my ego's house of cards,
As inside your house divine where chances
Are secure, you blest me with your glances,
Oh Great Lord Shiva you're Great King of Bards!

Shiva chose a mountain high in the sky,
So his soft lotus feet could harden well.
Then his dance on the minds of those who lie
Prostrate at his feet, shall be saved from hell.
That's his promise and ever boundless grace,
To all who yearn to glimpse his sacred face.

Saturday 7 August 2010

PHOENIX SESTINA

Enrobed in scarlet, a brilliant blazing bird,
With eagle’s strength, the child of sacred fire,
She sounds a cry, that’s forever heard
When consumed in Self-lit flames, she does aspire
From funeral pyre, to show the sad world
Herself, reborn from death! Mankind she does inspire.

In ancient time this wonder did inspire
Heliopolis, where flew this fabled bird,
To reach the Sun, lamp light of the shadow world,
And immolating in her mystic fire,
Her Being rose from ashes, to aspire
To know New Life, such tales we've heard.

When this Egyptian legend was first heard,
The daring thought was one that did inspire
Each soul, that now had the right to so aspire,
And follow the lead set by this courageous bird.
If self dares to die upon the sacrificial fire,
Pure Self will emerge as the victor of this world.

This paragon is an emblem for our world,
Proclaiming news, that everywhere is heard,
Setting the wooden minds of men on fire,
The deathless spirit mocks at death to inspire!
Thanks to the valour of this wondrous bird,
The Soul of man, can to an after-life aspire.

So people of all lands can after all aspire
To reach the peak of hope in a troubled world,
And pursue the flight of virtue like this bird.
So sound the golden bugle and be heard!
Men should know such transformation can inspire
To be reborn again in sacred sacramental fire.


The petty self is scorched in conscious fire,
And from ashes, the Self does once again aspire,
To such new birth, and hearts of men inspire,
To transform their dismal dreary world.
Joy again, can everywhere be heard,
All thanks to thee, oh most excelling bird!

By wondrous art she does inspire our world,
It’s vital we aspire to what’s been heard,
Arise from sacred fire, dear Phoenix bird!

Thursday 5 August 2010

HALLELUJAH!

Let's all sing in joyful, jubilant celebration,
The hour's already written, for our Realisation
Of Self! reality, awareness, bliss, sat chit ananda,
Thanks to the boundless grace of Sri Bhagvan Ramana.

All we need do is to follow his guidance and teaching,
Practice Atma Vichara and Surrender, so far reaching
The Spiritual Heart where dwell his soft lotus Feet,
Egotistic mind will perish, all shall be complete.

All's unfolding as it must, so trust that Great Power,
Which knows the predestined way for each day and hour1