SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
DOES IT MATTER?
Let there be birth as a human being,
Or a God in some ethereal sphere,
A high mountain where clouds float near,
Or forest fox from huntsmen ever fleeing,
Or mosquito, blood juice always stealing.
Cow whose lush green grass is ever dear,
Worm who through mud does slyly steer,
Bird who through azure sky flies wheeling.
What is this compared to sporting in bliss
Of great Sri Ramana's blessed benediction?
Receiving His grace would be tragic to miss,
Meant for poor jiva's
If we offer Him our mind each night and morn,
Does it matter into which form we'll be reborn?