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Am I a piano virtuoso of words,
Tinkling verbs, adjectives and nouns for all I'm worth,
Strumming a sonata of nonsensical sound?
Or is there in me a nest of pretty parrot birds,
Squawking day and night ever since my awkward birth?
But there's a secret to end this disease I've found.

All that's mischievous monkey mind my close friend,
It clouds the shining Sun of Self, my Real Being;
By diving into the Heart with all of my might,
I slay mad egotism and pronounce its timely end,
Questioning where's its source? I put it to fright,
Then arises the bliss of freedom and clear seeing!

AJ

SURRENDER

"Always let what comes come, and what goes go",
Said Ramana for those that strive to know

Their True Selves, the very best way they may,
Never wilt, rely on grace, pray don't stray.

To climb the mountain path is hard and long,
It's for heroes who're both bold and strong.

Self Enquiry is the great golden key,
To remove all that hides one's Self from thee.

The Guru guides and sets the sadhana,
So best surrender to Bhagavan Ramana!

SOUND ADVICE

Remove that dark black cloud hiding the Sun
Of Self, shining there, the everlasting One.
Best done by following our Master's teaching
Which is practice, not mere verbal preaching,

Self Enquire! Pose the question who am I?
With persistence and make proud ego die,
To reveal the Self in all its glory,
And end another dream, another story.

Surrender is the devotional way,
It entails yearning for a greater day.
Lay foul ego at the Sat Guru's feet,
Abiding in the Heart, rest there replete,

Then all, my friend, will fare so very well,
To spare one from another life aproaching hell.

JOY RIDE

Joyous jubilation is the jester's song,
Sweet tonic to right all doleful wrong.
From the heart it rings a happy chime,
And rescues mind from dull despondent time.

So roar from the roof tops with all ones might,
God's shines from His heaven and all is right!
Bury mad melancholy in a deep black hole,
And much sooner we'll save our wretched soul.

Laughter makes us loose our worry and care,
So unbutton our coats and let down our hair!
The world's not a place for shame or for woe,
That's the quick route to hell that we know.

'Row row row the boat gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily for life is but a dream'!
So the message for each golden girl and boy,
Is find true love and laughter, in warm hearts of joy'!

SAVE ME!

As for myself, my poor body's now so weak
It shakes while walking; my mind will speak,
But grown very dull; while all Vedic Mantras
Forgotten. Age has overtaken shastras,
My eyes are dim, although clear in yoga,
I remain ignorant. O Sad-Guru Ramana
Save me!,

Wantonly inflated by pride of being
Lord of all the senses, the mind fails in seeing
Its true Lord seated in the spiritual heart.
Looking on life as the ultimate part,
I have not achieved the Goal. Alas! then
Sad-Guru Ramana, shall Self be Realised when?
Save me!

The world which was so pleasing always
Perished. Yet the miserable mind stays
And runs after sense-pleasures alone.
O Ramana Bhagavan, I haven't yet known
Or realized the Supreme Brahman adored
By the few. Life is lived in vain, I'm floored.
Save me!

Saints are sustainers of society's hands.
Philo says 'Households, cities, countries, lands,
Have enjoyed greatest happiness and peace,
When an enlightened Sage has taken lease
Of the good and beautiful. Such great men
Not only free themselves, but all, so then
Save me!

The true sages possess the inner joy,
Peace, free of circumstance cannot cloy.
Happiness independent of outer things,
Beyond forms of social life, their heart sings.
They strive for fulfilling the Divine in the world
For the good of all, God's aim they've unfurled!
Save me!

A free versification of a Sanskrit Poem by Ganapati Muni

PEARL FISHING

After many years of diving and plunging
Into innermost being, the spiritual Heart,
Holding breath with attention, and lunging
Deep down into one’s dear sacred part,
There’s accumulation of nadi churning,
Leading to discomfort and a certain pain.
The price to be paid for inward turning,
Probing for Ego's source again and again.
To sever well, the aweful granthi knot,
One must dive and plunge an awesome lot!

As he stands in his skiff and his body hurls,
The fisher boy holds breath and dives down deep,
Such is the effort he makes to earn his keep,
In order to gain the precious oyster pearl.
This is a great secret of Atma Vichara
As taught by Lord Bhagavan Sri Ramana.

EGOMANIA

It would be good if one could write a perfect verse
Of Truth; a poem which expresses the reverse
Of falsity and delusion. Man is trapped in illusion,
Vast populations dwell in massive confusion,
Because of a dire disease called egomania,
Stretching from the Arctic down to Australia.

Symptoms of egomania obsure Real Being,
The Knowledge of True Self without realy feeling,
The pure bliss of consciousness awareness grace,
Realising 'That' as one's own original face,
Not the one we see in the silvered mirror glass,
That idolatry is one through which we must pass.

The way to achieve this more blessed sacred state,
Is by Self Enquiry, before it is too late.
We enquire within through attention 'Who Am I?',
And persist resolutely before we die.
Then the perfect Poem is unveiled to be you,
One's own pure loving Self. 'That' is really true!