THE SONNET'S a solemn meditation of poetic art,
Learned from Petrarch, Dante, Shakespeare and Rossetti,
For Soul's bridal marriage feast it's wedding confetti,
To throw by rhyme much needed truth, fine fuel to impart,
Which will fire inner fibres warming one's weary heart.
It must be well rooted in nature, poeticly pretty,
Like the ruby red rose which inspires lovers' ditty.
The much needed truth is how should Self Enquiry start?
The way Bhagavan Ramana does suggest to you,,
Is as thoughts and familiar feelings arise,
Ask the vital question 'to whom do these thoughts come'?
Then the restless monkey mind will soon surmise,
'It comes to me', then thought returns to Heart to succumb,
Precipitating egotism's much needed death, ever asking who?
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