REACH HIS FEET

SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE



REACH HIS FEET

Whether it be a pot or heavy lump of clay,
Or the microcosmic atom in my breath,
Whether it be smoke, fire or mountain way,
Will any serve as a cure for painful death?
We're only blocking love by logic chopping,
We must yearn to reach Bhagavan's lotus feet,
But monkey mind keeps dropping off and hopping,
Instead of abiding in His bliss replete.
The heavy weight of reason and causation,
Will never take us to Self Realisation,
Instead they'll lead to endless frustration,
A kind of perveted mental peturbation.
We should take refuge in Sri Ramana's grace
Inside our heart, True Saviour of the race!