WELCOME

Greeted by fiery splendour of the golden dawn,
A bright new day begins, each fine auspicious morn.
We welcome all that happens, both inside and out,
For all’s His Grace without a hint of doubt.
What ever God sends us, is always for the best,
As children on His path we’re very, very blest.
All are predestined to perform His mighty will,
Whether one likes it or not for good or for ill.
He knows what’s most needed to heal each soul,
To wake and shake us up, and so make us whole.
With Faith, we hand him all our worldly cares,
Such trust’s a quantum leap for the one who dares.
We free the mind from foolish thoughts that run to fear,
And save errant soul from drowning in sadness drear.
Vain ego says ‘I’m the doer, the one who knows’,
But the Lord makes us see by shocks and blows,
All is for our good, to make us search within,
And end all sad sinful woes, and freedom win!

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UNSTRUCK MUSIC

UNSTRUCK MUSIC

Tune in to the unstruck music of the heart,

Hear subtle ethereal sounds impart

Angelic melody from another place,

Where Souls at rest dwell in peace and grace.

It’s the music of the heavenly spheres,

Only enjoyed by those who have the ears

To hear, as Lord Jesus once so wisely said,

‘Pray begin to walk and take up your bed’.

This music is composed by rays of light,

Heard in the Self, but unseen by sight.

It’s a magic mystery of sound profound,

Hear it once and demon ego is soon unbound.

So rejoice in this music to take one home,

It’s all that’s contained in the sound of OM!

NATARAJAN

NATARAJAN

Grand symphony of life, music of the spheres,

Unfolds like Shiva’s dance, stamping on my breast;

Aware, one feels a martial drumming beat, and hears

Joyful rhythm that cheers the heart, and I am blest.

His footprints leave a lesson on my book of time,

They make a mark on my inconscient wall,

To learn from, so that soul may swiftly climb,

To conquer life’s mysterious enigmatic All.

I ascend on eagle’s wings into the great unknown,

Lord Shiva steers my flight through bliss and pain,

In this paradoxical way I’m stretched and grown,

Yet his merciful bliss soon soothes my nervous pain.

Let’s give thanks and praise for Lord Shiva’s cosmic dance,

Grounding arrogant ego into chalky powdered dust,

It’s predetermined, nothing is left to random chance,

It’s choreographed, infinitely wise, precise and just.

HIDDEN TREASURE

 The Great Power within is our hidden treasure,

The pearl of great price beyond any measure.

It 's God, it's Divine, it's the Sat- Guru within,

Surrender to 'That' ending gross error of sin

Of wandering perverted mind, which ever clouds

The pure shining Self with a myriad of shrouds.

Surrendering to that Power is our holy task,

It will grant liberation if we earnestly ask.



A pilgrim was plodding on the mountain way,

Self enquiring, surrendering everyday.

All of a sudden after effort filled years,

A voice spoke into his welcoming ears,

A Great Power spoke from deep in his heart,

"Walk on! Self Realisation, I shall soon impart!"

ROSE GARDEN

In the radiant rose garden of my heart,
In my sunny summertime of meditation
On God’s Name: by steady concentration,
The white lilies of devotion impart
Perfume, welcoming an earnest start
To prune the growths of grief and dissipation,
Heralding the dawn of mental regulation.
Then worship blooms to form a sacred part
Of hymnal chants I sing in adoration.

The sweet rose hip of Self Knowledge and bliss,
Pure awareness, is a juicy joyful fruit
Sealed with the Divine Mother’s loving kiss,
She fulfils the magic of my Self pursuit.
Bold beauty adorns my bower of peace,
In the ardent arbour of my Soul’s release.

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108 SONNETS FOR AWAKENING AND SELECTED POEMS

My new Poetry Collection entitled 108 Sonnets For Awakening and Selected Poems has just been published and is available on Amazon UK and .com

FLOOD OF BHAGAVAN'S GRACE

One swims and dives deep in a temple tank,
 Walks in a fearful, empty jungle wood,
 Climbs a mountain peak where fresh air's so good;
 Pick pretty blooms by a river bank,
 But we don't know how to give You thanks!
 All one needs to do as one truly should,
 Is worship your lotus feet to be understood.
 You do not need to be decked with flowers,
 You're already the beautiful sublime,
 These outer forms waste many precious hours;
 The true sacrifice which is really prime,
 Is to give one's mind to the Self in the heart,
 That's all Sri Ramana asks, from the very start!

THE ROYAL GAME

On chequered squares of space and time,
Dark shadows dance their game of mime;
To slay the Self is their cryptic aim;
By sleights of mind, to heights they climb.

There sits their Chief, Black’s his name,
A proud ego is his claim to fame,
A cosmic game he’s forced to play,
Helped by his dark deluding dame.

False bishops at his feet do pray,
Marauding knights have feet of clay,
A pride of puppet pawns at rest,
His army’s poised in gaunt array.

The Lord of Light is truly blest,
The White Goddess for his Queen, no less:
With castled Sages on each side,
He waits to joust this celestial jest.

His soldiers, stately stallions ride,
Maintaining righteous order wide.
In silence, pawns withdraw and meditate,
Freed from the dream of seek and hide.

That Self wants Ego checked to mate,
The rascal fights to thwart his fate,
And kill his foe himself instead:
We’ll watch a battle taught and great.

By laws of Nature the rules are led,
The end’s perceived, pure consciousness ahead.
To wage this war in awesome glory
‘Till Black resigns; thank God, he’s dead.

After ages, growing grey and hoary,
Both lie boxed, the game was gory.
When ‘WHO’ created this sport is ready,
A new game begins again; another story!

Alan Jacobs

I AM

KNOW 'I Am Consciousness', pure, ever free
From strife. Let your ship's white sail unfurl to bless;
Be kissed by the soft breeze of love, on life's open sea,
Know 'I Am Consciousness'.

When unattached to mind and body, life is choiceless,
Free as an auburn autumn leaf, tumbling from the tree,
Blown by the breath of the breexe, to rest effortless,

To sip love's flowering scent like the bumble bee,
In the radiant rose garden of essential beingness;
That for us dear friend, is our golden master key.
Know 'I Am Consciousness.'

AT RAMANA MAHARSHI'S SAMAHDI TOMB

RAINBOW coloured saris grace this Hall,
Bending low before they stroll around His shrine,
Paying homage to their Sat-Guru Divine,
Knowing He only saw One Self in all,
And from His Nature True, never once did fall.
Varied hues of shawls form a jewelled line,
Devotees renounce there sense of 'me'and 'mine'
As they heed their Master's urgent call.

Orange, turquoise, scarlet and yellow flowers
Decorate His sacred marble tomb,
The radiance of saris and these blooms
Reflect pure Light with different powers.
Sri Ramana's sculpture sits quietly serene,
Fit emblem to wake us from samsara's dream.

DEVOTION

Bhagavan! bind me with your tight cord of devotion,
Fill  with the still cool waters of Thy holy joy
My shining challice held as mind’s precious toy.
I whom am Thy devotee trapped in worldly motion,
Place two pink tender lotus flowers as my notion
Of obeisance at Thy holy feet, never ever to cloy.
Thy fully ripened fruits of wisdom will alloy
Me with Thy healing words of fervent emotion.
Pray purify the old mansion of my bodily frame,
Thus do I perform this sacred auspicious rite,
Calling on the beauteous bounty of Thy mighty Name,
With all my ardent heart and soul and might,
I pray for the purification of my errant jiva's place,
Prepare me please to receive Thy boundless grace!

SLAYER OF THE REAL

 

Ego-mind is a wicked slayer of the Real,

So why mix with a killer who will also steal?

Why live with a devil and treacherous thieves?

So let go of ego which ever deceives

To disturb one's peaceful calm of day?

Instead of feeling happy on one's way.

Better to lock the crook in jail where he belongs;

To mix with them one does one's Self great wrongs.

Ego mind is always full of anxious fear,

So why let it slay one's Self, so near and dear?

When that habit raises up his demonic head,

Starve the wretch until it drops down dead.

PONDERINGS

 

The flight of the eagle leaves no mark,

Neither does atom, molecule or quark.

Nothing moves quicker than the speed of light,

But it's mind's illusion, just a defect of sight.

Life's a magic mystery school no doubt,

Say yea to it all with a mighty loud shout.

As soon as it comes, it flies and goes by,

It has no real substance and soon it will die.

Life is transient like a mere whisp in the night,

But with Gurus firm grace there's no need for fright.

So surrender and into ones self please enquire,

Realisation comes for all who persist and don't tire.

SPRING

The spring sun streams through my window frame
Opening endless vasts of saphire blue,
Red roses are sparkling with diamonds of dew.
My heart hymns praises to Him without a Name,
A love for Self and all equally the same.
I draw curtains in my room, enlarge the view,
From tattered folds a powdery dust soon flew
Across the scene, obscuring sunlight's flame.

As cloud did clear I saw each dusty grain
As a world held in a radiant beam,
Universes in Brahman's magic dream.
Mind fell into my heart, no words explain;
I am the light, the sun, the room, the view,
The dust, the Self, and Brahman; so are you.

REFLECTIONS POETRY MAGAZINE

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MAN CANNOT DO

You can't stop iron gates from banging,
Or express railway trains from clanging,
Nor men or women from acting as they do;
Because they've never posed the question 'Who
Does every action which they perform,
And why does there arise a mental storm'?
It's all ego, dear friend, that's the cause,
Man cannot do! so take a long hard pause.

A perplexed pilgrim plodded on the mountain way,
Disturbed about how to spend his 'pilgrim day',
Then Grace, an inner voice, cried from deep inside,
"Enquire into Real Self and there abide"!
He practiced what his Inner Guru preached,
Soon enlightened, Eternal Self he reached

VICTORY

Victory to the powers of Great Lord Ramana!
 Which flow from the blessings of His kind
 Removal of sorrow from my mundane mind;
 He frees me from great grief of samsara
 To know soul's lagoon flooded by Nirvana.
 Such awakening from hypnotic sleep we find
 Are streams that cleanse the soul, they wind
 Through dense mud and mire of false ajnana.
 They cause destruction of pain and sorrow,
 We live in the present, no fear for tomorrow.
 We thank Bhagavan with all our might and main,
 Chanting His praises for sacred is His Name.
 We read the miracles of His great life story,
 And bathe in the light of His Self effulgent glory.

BEAR WITH IT PRINCES AND PRINCESSES

Let's welcome challenge as our golden gate to Liberation!

Any resistance prevents the gain of our promised Realisation.

Mind must never strain to explain nor ever needs to complain,

About what in His great wisdom our  Lord deigns to ordain.


He blesses us with the most precious gift in the whole of creation.

So pray to surrender irreversibly without any pre-condition!

Worry, fear,despair and anxiety must cease ever more,

If we're ever to open spiritual heart's  sacred door.


Leave all burdens and concerns to God to solve in His way,

Yet we strive to do the very best we can each and every day.

And we let go all of the past, they were just fantastic dreams,

As that which appeared was unreal, and not what it seems!

DAY BREAK

Ruddy radiant dawn breaks and shatters dark black night,

Revealing a gleaming world full of splendid life and light;

So 'twill be with frail fractured inner life of pilgrim's soul,

When sudden moksha dawns, ending dark night to make him whole.

God is perfect love, and he calls all here on Earth, to save

Us from harmful hidden habits acquired, and if we're brave,

And follow Guru's promptings, felt deep in one's spiritual heart,

He'll surely lead us back to Self Realisation by the much needed art.

So ruddy radiant dawn breaks and shatters dark black night,

Revealing again His gleaming world of splendid life and light.

KONYA

I ruminated from the skirts of mundane metaphor,

To the peak of the holy hill of devotion called love,

In the Presence felt there from Shams and Rumi, what more

Could one ask from this benign blessing sent down from above.

THE UNSEEN WEAVER

There’s a huge loom of Time, in duration;
Born of Infinity, from a consummation
With Life, which has never been void of time,
While Sun and Moon as shuttle upward climb.

By weaving to and fro as night and day,
A splendid pageant of coloured display,
Strung on the warp and weft of cosmic unity.
The back of this embroidered tapestry

Is monochrome, derived from that formless One.
It’s face is multihued, radiant as the Sun,
Its tones reflected from archetypal light,
All magically absorbed, an equalled sight.

Only what’s permitted by an unseen hand,
Appears as this moving panoramic band;
A rainbow painting of the whole wide world,
Brushed vertically: each single thread is whirled

Without the dimmest dint of dull duality;
Bright Light, unique to Self, sheer Reality!
Coated with golden fleece and sufi wool,
Dyed in the deepest vat of Destiny’s pool.

So does this sacred cloth, woven in Love,
Quarrel with its weaver who reigns above?
Wrapped in his Joseph cloak at rainbows’s end,
Eternal pilgrim ever loves his Mighty Friend.

RAMANA CORONA

All beings yearn to be happy, always;
Happiness without a tinge of sorrow,
To enjoy a life of carefree days,
Taking no burden of thought for tomorrow.
When restless mind's at peace in deep sleep,
What glimpse of worry, grief or despair?
So happiness lies therein, buried down deep.
How to find this treasure, awake, aware?
Ask the question, who am I, and from where?
That's the essential means of the holy task,
Ending ego's `me' and `my', that's there.
No pleasure endures in things of this Earth,
Enquire within, who basks behind our mask?
To regain that Selfhood we lost at birth.

To regain that Selfhood we lost at birth,
First consider well the cinema screen,
To understand that, gains merit and worth.
On the screen there appears a tense drama,
The film begins and we enjoy the show.
Fire, flood, sex, death, a vast panorama;
The screen's unchanging, but the film's a shadow.
The simile teaches, strange as it may be,
That both seer and seen make up the mind.
On Consciousness as screen, all action's based.
To know that is true, is the clue to be free,
A guiding beacon that's so rare to find.
That's the Sage wisdom by which we are graced.

That's the Sage wisdom by which we are graced,
We're taught the silver screen as a metaphor.
Seated in theatre stalls, now we are placed,
To proceed with clarity and enquire some more.
The bright theatre lamp is the light supreme,
Illuminating both actors and the scene.
We see stage and the play only by light,
Yet when action ends, the lamp remains bright.
Just as woven cloth and its colour white
Are never, ever perceived as apart,
So when mind and light both unite,
They form ego, knotted and bound in the heart.
Of all that we've ever learned since birth,
That's the high wisdom proclaimed on Earth.

That's the high wisdom proclaimed on Earth,
How to make mind to merge in its source?
Only by enquiring with all of one's force,
The central question regarding its birth,
The ultimate scrutiny of "Who Am I"?
As thoughts froth forth like waves on the ocean,
They'll all be slain by such introspection,
Unveiling the Self, the lost inward eye.
Pearls lay buried on the deep ocean floor,
Attracting divers to search for this goal.
Holding their breath they plunge to the core
Of the ocean bed, for the pearl oyster's soul.
To gain this gem in the heart's sacred place,
Just seek for the source where mind is based.

Just seek for the source where mind is based.
You travel alone on a mystery train;
By this metaphor we're comfortably placed,
To travel by providence free from pain.
So put all your heavy luggage on the rack,
Only a fool carries it on his head!
Be glad, accept the predestined track,
Rest quietly, safe at home on your bed!
Surrender in joyful jubilation!
Surrender utterly to God's almighty will,
Surrender with total resignation,
Surrender knowing all will be well,
Surrender whole heartedly with one accord,
Take safe refuge in the all loving Lord!

Take safe refuge in the all loving Lord!
For life's a dream and sleeping dreams are short,
The waking dream is long; both stem from thought.
The Real is beyond both this waking and sleep.
The sword of enquiry slays dream states deep,
So reaching their substratum, numinous,
The state of pure consciousness, Self luminous!
Blissfully aware, yet awake in sleep.
As the cockerel crows ready to sup,
At the roseate dawn of first morning light,
Awareness pours into the near empty cup,
Granting a moment's taste of Self insight.
This light is the eye that forever sees,
Who can be known by enquiring "who frees?"

Who can be known by enquiring "who frees?"
The Master who lives in the cave of the heart,
Not separate from one's Self, being the start,
Of the final search from bond to release.
The Sage appears when the soul is ready,
With strong gaze of grace he says "be aware
That God and his wisdom are already there!"
He acts as a brake to make the mind steady,
While mercy flows freely in sunshine and air,
Hindered only by our being unready.
If you come to him, meekly with an empty cup,
His grace is then bound to fill it up.
The Master's glance is the grace of the Lord,
He cuts you free with his mighty sword.

He cuts you free with his mighty sword,
To guide you surely, on the upward way
To Self Realisation, your real birthday!
Consummation of "That" the Sage's word,
Is "rest in the Self," which is always heard.
In him, place great trust and affirm, say yea
As certainty! Our Real Self blazes away,
Ever surrendered to the almighty Lord,
Revealing great peace for Realisation's sake,
Renouncing belief that a rope is a snake.
The seeker surely becomes "the great find",
His own blissful being, the summit in kind,
This great Teaching eternally frees,
One with the Self, as the Absolute sees.

One with the Self, as the Absolute sees,
He answers all our prayers and our pleas;
We must first enter that dear sacred part,
Not the fleshy pump that throbs on the left,
But the sacred core: by being skilful and deft,
We find that on the right; is the real Heart!
By harnessing breath, being adept and bright,
We dive with great skill and all of our might,.
There dwelling in depths of our true Heart's cave,
Lives the shining "Unity" blazing as Self,
Pulsation of I-I, where all shadows cease.
So fixing gaze there, finally, off we stave,
Perverted, wandering, demonic mind elf,
Returning to "Self", our birthright of peace.

Returning to "Self", our birthright of peace,
Is knowing that all this vile body performs
Was predestined before it ever took form.
So from stress, despair and fretting, pray cease!
Our freedom dwells in our natural State,
Renouncing the " Am The Doer" notion,
Detached from fruit of form's puppet motion,
Yet grace can avert even predestined fate!
Be like a skilled actor on this stage of strife!
Play with goodwill the part you've been given,
No matter how strangely you find you are driven,
Knowing who, truly you are, in this life.
Until fate pulls down the final curtain,
Know you're Self not body, know that is certain!

Know you're Self not body, know that is certain!
In this Realisation, there's no cause to leave home,
You can strive in the city, there's no need to roam.
To change style of life would all be in vain,
For mind remains with you, until it is slain.
Demonic ghost ego, source and fabric of thought
Create body and world, whereby we are caught.
Change of place, never changed the way we behave,
Whether living at home, in a forest or cave.
There are two ways by which our bonds may be freed:
Either ask "to whom is this strange fate decreed?"
Or surrender false `me' to be then stricken down,
So praying intensely for `my will' to cease,
We leave it to grace, to grant us release.

We leave it to grace, to grant us release.
God will do this through the gaze of his Sage,
He sends down His messenger for every age,
To those who yearn and pray for great peace.
The Realised Sage lives on here and now,
Without confusing the Self with the mind.
Humble, compassionate, loving and kind,
Wisely profound, as his way clearly shows.
He steers the vessel of firm devotees,
Fulfilling everyone's spiritual need.
In deep silence, he sits, with perfect ease,
To awaken those, whom his teaching well heed.
Graciously, his great glance of initiation,
Drives the mind inwards, to Self Realisation!

Driving the mind inwards, to Self Realisation,
He grants safe passage through life's stormy ocean;
What frail soul will ever be excluded
From the presence of the holy Supreme?
No matter how depraved or deluded,
His mercy never ends, and will always redeem,
Raising the soul from the depth of depression,
To free one from the `I am this body' obsession.
From passions that churn desire and aversion,
His fair breeze wafts clear equanimity;
Enmeshed no more in worldly adversity,
Never perturbed by praise nor foul enmity,
We learn that there's the greatest giving
In knowing all are Self, and so truly living.

In knowing all are Self, and so truly living,
We thank the great Sage who is ever giving.
We praise the Lord, who leads us to his feet,
His gracious gaze is eternally sweet,
Without ceasing, he's forever reviving,
He grants that freedom, our real surviving.
He severs the grip of bondage's chains,
He frees the soul, where confusion reigns,
He bestows both compassion and deep peace,
He sends out his grace to grant us release.
He teaches the truth that Consciousness is all,
And Self Enquiry to raise us up from our fall.
We praise God Almighty whom is ever living,
This crown of my verses is our thanksgiving!

To regain that Selfhood we lost from birth,
That's the Sage wisdom by which we are graced,
This is the high wisdom proclaimed on Earth.
Just seek for the source where mind is based.
Take refuge in the all loving Lord,
Who can be known by enquiring `who frees?'
He cuts you loose with his mighty sword,
One with the Self, as the Absolute sees.
Returning to Self, our birthright of peace,
Know you're Self, not body, know that is certain!
We leave it to grace, to grant us release.
He drives the mind inwards, to Self Realisation,
In knowing all are Self, and so truly living,
This crown of my verses is our thanksgiving!











RAMANA CORONA

All beings yearn to be happy, always;
Happiness without a tinge of sorrow,
To enjoy a life of carefree days,
Taking no burden of thought for tomorrow.
When restless mind's at peace in deep sleep,
What glimpse of worry, grief or despair?
So happiness lies therein, buried down deep.
How to find this treasure, awake, aware?
Ask the question, who am I, and from where?
That's the essential means of the holy task,
Ending ego's `me' and `my', that's there.
No pleasure endures in things of this Earth,
Enquire within, who basks behind our mask?
To regain that Selfhood we lost at birth.

To regain that Selfhood we lost at birth,
First consider well the cinema screen,
To understand that, gains merit and worth.
On the screen there appears a tense drama,
The film begins and we enjoy the show.
Fire, flood, sex, death, a vast panorama;
The screen's unchanging, but the film's a shadow.
The simile teaches, strange as it may be,
That both seer and seen make up the mind.
On Consciousness as screen, all action's based.
To know that is true, is the clue to be free,
A guiding beacon that's so rare to find.
That's the Sage wisdom by which we are graced.

That's the Sage wisdom by which we are graced,
We're taught the silver screen as a metaphor.
Seated in theatre stalls, now we are placed,
To proceed with clarity and enquire some more.
The bright theatre lamp is the light supreme,
Illuminating both actors and the scene.
We see stage and the play only by light,
Yet when action ends, the lamp remains bright.
Just as woven cloth and its colour white
Are never, ever perceived as apart,
So when mind and light both unite,
They form ego, knotted and bound in the heart.
Of all that we've ever learned since birth,
That's the high wisdom proclaimed on Earth.

That's the high wisdom proclaimed on Earth,
How to make mind to merge in its source?
Only by enquiring with all of one's force,
The central question regarding its birth,
The ultimate scrutiny of "Who Am I"?
As thoughts froth forth like waves on the ocean,
They'll all be slain by such introspection,
Unveiling the Self, the lost inward eye.
Pearls lay buried on the deep ocean floor,
Attracting divers to search for this goal.
Holding their breath they plunge to the core
Of the ocean bed, for the pearl oyster's soul.
To gain this gem in the heart's sacred place,
Just seek for the source where mind is based.

Just seek for the source where mind is based.
You travel alone on a mystery train;
By this metaphor we're comfortably placed,
To travel by providence free from pain.
So put all your heavy luggage on the rack,
Only a fool carries it on his head!
Be glad, accept the predestined track,
Rest quietly, safe at home on your bed!
Surrender in joyful jubilation!
Surrender utterly to God's almighty will,
Surrender with total resignation,
Surrender knowing all will be well,
Surrender whole heartedly with one accord,
Take safe refuge in the all loving Lord!

Take safe refuge in the all loving Lord!
For life's a dream and sleeping dreams are short,
The waking dream is long; both stem from thought.
The Real is beyond both this waking and sleep.
The sword of enquiry slays dream states deep,
So reaching their substratum, numinous,
The state of pure consciousness, Self luminous!
Blissfully aware, yet awake in sleep.
As the cockerel crows ready to sup,
At the roseate dawn of first morning light,
Awareness pours into the near empty cup,
Granting a moment's taste of Self insight.
This light is the eye that forever sees,
Who can be known by enquiring "who frees?"

Who can be known by enquiring "who frees?"
The Master who lives in the cave of the heart,
Not separate from one's Self, being the start,
Of the final search from bond to release.
The Sage appears when the soul is ready,
With strong gaze of grace he says "be aware
That God and his wisdom are already there!"
He acts as a brake to make the mind steady,
While mercy flows freely in sunshine and air,
Hindered only by our being unready.
If you come to him, meekly with an empty cup,
His grace is then bound to fill it up.
The Master's glance is the grace of the Lord,
He cuts you free with his mighty sword.

He cuts you free with his mighty sword,
To guide you surely, on the upward way
To Self Realisation, your real birthday!
Consummation of "That" the Sage's word,
Is "rest in the Self," which is always heard.
In him, place great trust and affirm, say yea
As certainty! Our Real Self blazes away,
Ever surrendered to the almighty Lord,
Revealing great peace for Realisation's sake,
Renouncing belief that a rope is a snake.
The seeker surely becomes "the great find",
His own blissful being, the summit in kind,
This great Teaching eternally frees,
One with the Self, as the Absolute sees.

One with the Self, as the Absolute sees,
He answers all our prayers and our pleas;
We must first enter that dear sacred part,
Not the fleshy pump that throbs on the left,
But the sacred core: by being skilful and deft,
We find that on the right; is the real Heart!
By harnessing breath, being adept and bright,
We dive with great skill and all of our might,.
There dwelling in depths of our true Heart's cave,
Lives the shining "Unity" blazing as Self,
Pulsation of I-I, where all shadows cease.
So fixing gaze there, finally, off we stave,
Perverted, wandering, demonic mind elf,
Returning to "Self", our birthright of peace.

Returning to "Self", our birthright of peace,
Is knowing that all this vile body performs
Was predestined before it ever took form.
So from stress, despair and fretting, pray cease!
Our freedom dwells in our natural State,
Renouncing the " Am The Doer" notion,
Detached from fruit of form's puppet motion,
Yet grace can avert even predestined fate!
Be like a skilled actor on this stage of strife!
Play with goodwill the part you've been given,
No matter how strangely you find you are driven,
Knowing who, truly you are, in this life.
Until fate pulls down the final curtain,
Know you're Self not body, know that is certain!

Know you're Self not body, know that is certain!
In this Realisation, there's no cause to leave home,
You can strive in the city, there's no need to roam.
To change style of life would all be in vain,
For mind remains with you, until it is slain.
Demonic ghost ego, source and fabric of thought
Create body and world, whereby we are caught.
Change of place, never changed the way we behave,
Whether living at home, in a forest or cave.
There are two ways by which our bonds may be freed:
Either ask "to whom is this strange fate decreed?"
Or surrender false `me' to be then stricken down,
So praying intensely for `my will' to cease,
We leave it to grace, to grant us release.

We leave it to grace, to grant us release.
God will do this through the gaze of his Sage,
He sends down His messenger for every age,
To those who yearn and pray for great peace.
The Realised Sage lives on here and now,
Without confusing the Self with the mind.
Humble, compassionate, loving and kind,
Wisely profound, as his way clearly shows.
He steers the vessel of firm devotees,
Fulfilling everyone's spiritual need.
In deep silence, he sits, with perfect ease,
To awaken those, whom his teaching well heed.
Graciously, his great glance of initiation,
Drives the mind inwards, to Self Realisation!

Driving the mind inwards, to Self Realisation,
He grants safe passage through life's stormy ocean;
What frail soul will ever be excluded
From the presence of the holy Supreme?
No matter how depraved or deluded,
His mercy never ends, and will always redeem,
Raising the soul from the depth of depression,
To free one from the `I am this body' obsession.
From passions that churn desire and aversion,
His fair breeze wafts clear equanimity;
Enmeshed no more in worldly adversity,
Never perturbed by praise nor foul enmity,
We learn that there's the greatest giving
In knowing all are Self, and so truly living.

In knowing all are Self, and so truly living,
We thank the great Sage who is ever giving.
We praise the Lord, who leads us to his feet,
His gracious gaze is eternally sweet,
Without ceasing, he's forever reviving,
He grants that freedom, our real surviving.
He severs the grip of bondage's chains,
He frees the soul, where confusion reigns,
He bestows both compassion and deep peace,
He sends out his grace to grant us release.
He teaches the truth that Consciousness is all,
And Self Enquiry to raise us up from our fall.
We praise God Almighty whom is ever living,
This crown of my verses is our thanksgiving!

To regain that Selfhood we lost from birth,
That's the Sage wisdom by which we are graced,
This is the high wisdom proclaimed on Earth.
Just seek for the source where mind is based.
Take refuge in the all loving Lord,
Who can be known by enquiring `who frees?'
He cuts you loose with his mighty sword,
One with the Self, as the Absolute sees.
Returning to Self, our birthright of peace,
Know you're Self, not body, know that is certain!
We leave it to grace, to grant us release.
He drives the mind inwards, to Self Realisation,
In knowing all are Self, and so truly living,
This crown of my verses is our thanksgiving!





















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OUR GREAT POWER

Cleave and cling to our Great Power dwelling inside our heart,
God , the Self, or Sat Guru, whose promised pledge shall impart
All that we need to reach the glorious goal of liberation,
His gift of grace granting us the bliss of Self Realisation.


He teaches us through each precise preordained situation,
Pleasant or unpleasant as it may be. We learn by intimation
The way to remove lurking latent tendencies which shroud
The brilliant sunlight of the Self like a storm-black cloud.


Trust that Great Power which knows the way, unfolding as it should,
All is very, very well, Brahman is All, and very, very good!