CERTAINTY

All is very well unfolding exactly and precisely as it must,

Have Greatest Faith in that Mighty Omnipotence, it's much more than trust.

'THAT' , absolutely with certainty knows the auspicious perfect way,

All cares and responsibilities, as He promises, are His each day.

This is the death of needless worry, burden, anxiety, care or fear,

All obligations are looked after by our Sat-Guru ever so dear,

Once we have fully surrendered devotedly at his sweet lotus feet,

Then Self Realisation is definately assured and our life is complete.

GRANT PROTECTION

Oh Ramana ! are You not also Great Lord
And firm friend of the spiritually poor?
In earnest we pray, open wide your door,
To the sweet music of that merciful chord,
Which You can graciously well afford,
To heal our wounded hearts, so sore.
Aid us in practice to move closer toward
Your Lotus Feet, and then walk on, forward
To Realisation of the Self for ever more.
All our faults will be forgiven by Thee,
That's the duty of a loving father for
Ever willing to help his child reach liberty!
Oh grant our protection, and play Your part,
So we may quickly find you there in the Heart.

A SAT GURU REBUKES*

Fools, you're all glued to a food-mill skeleton machine,

Instead of Realising that you're Great Almighty God?

You're experiencing some fantastic frantic dream,

Isn't that wizardly wierd and winsomely wildly odd?

...
You've the crazy companion of a chattering mind,

That's the brazenly bizarre befuddled situation,

But there's a Real Self hidden within for you to find,

Deep inside your Heart, your most intimate relation.


Your fellow dream figures are myriad and manifold,

As your Inner Guru my answer to this mad charade,

Is instead of rushing here and there so blindly bold,

Find your Real Self, persist, struggle, even if it's hard!


Your folly is failing to enter your Spiritual Heart,

So Self Enquire and Surrender replete and complete,

These are the golden keys of your Master's sacred art,

My love will always assist you to achieve this feat.


Then on one highly auspicious and blessed day,

My grace descends and peace is found ever to enjoy.

You'll bathe in eternal existence, an endless play

Of blissful consciousness awareness which will never cloy.

*A rebuke frrom the sat-guru is considered by some as the highest form of grace

.Alan Jacobs

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IN AN ALGARVE GROVE

In an Algarve grove, grow almond trees,
Beneath azure skies, midst golden daffodils,
While in bursting bloom these tall trees thrill,
Festooning carmine clusters, which bumble bees
Sip with ardent zeal and earnest ease.
Fleshy fruits soon ripen as nature wills,
Harvested by hands mature, who scan the hills
Chanting hymns of joy, leaves rustle in the breeze.
On The Tree of Life grow souls of Good,
Each wakens at their chosen hour of orient day,
Early or tardy, for Almighty God’s at play.
Buds unfurl, unfolding justly as they should,
Trees trust that Great Power which knows the way,
The Sage says “Trust that same way to your own Selfhood!”

BHAGAVAN'S GRACE

GURU PURNIMA DAY
TO-DAY TUESDAY JULY 3rd.

BHAGAVAN'S GRACE
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?
I`m only blocking love by logic chopping,
I must bow to praise sweet Bhagavan's 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 me to Self Realisation,
Instead they lead to endless frustration,
A kind of morbid mental peturbation
I take sole refuge in Ramana's grace,
Inside my heart; true Saviour of the race!

THE OTHER SHORE

On the ocean shore of an alienated aspiring soul,

Wild thoughts stampede like a herd of unsaddled horses,

They frolic on the foaming rocks feeling they are whole.

Mare and stallion jostle in this sport on racing courses.

Sometimes the stormy ocean become serene and calm,

Mirroring narcissistic life as in a magic pool,

Soon all lies quiet, without any trace of harm,

Even for my dinghy which transports this stupid fool.

When a sense storm breaks I flee to my cabin down below,

And batten down the hatches waiting for the clouds above,

Watching rainbow entertainment to swiftly fly and go.

I pray for the coming of pure Love's snow white turtle dove,

To lead me cross the sea to another calmer shore,
And bask in the perfect peace of bliss for ever more.