A SONNET FOR RAMANA

Let me rest at your feet, my Guru Supreme,
Soft as the beautiful blue lotus flower.
Let my speech, with all its might and power,
Be prayer to awaken, from life's dire dream,
And constantly illumine my inner scene.
Then uttering your praise, I'll never cower
With fear, or lose faith, by which you endower
My soul, by light from your effulgent gleam.
Let my palms be clasped, in worship of Thee,
My hearing tuned to the words of your story,
My mind in meditation and ever free,
My eyes resting on your formless glory.
So through which all my senses, will I learn
To be worthy, and your boundless grace to earn.