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Title: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 17, 2012, 04:17:30 PM
Ramana's Women

Ana Ram Callan.

*

The old lady slowly
lighting lamps in the early morning,
her back curved like a half moon,
each flame a fresh prayer for her Guru.
His mother laying down her needs
and melting into the vision of His Holy Feet.

Keeria Patti boiling greens with love
and tender care, refusing to taste a morsel
till she had fed her Master.

And o o o dear Lakshmi,
racing from the cowshed,
nudging English ladies aside
in her haste towards her darling
Ramana's ready lap, to feel His hand
putting her devoted, lowered head.

****

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 04:42:32 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Beautiful,heart thouching poem! Thank You Very much! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 22, 2012, 05:44:33 PM
Note: This poem is from Mountain Path, Jan-Mar. 2009

Alan Jacobs:

DIVINE DANCER:

The life of ours is a wandering dance
Whirled by a wild Dervish God divine,
Drunk on vintage Dionysian wine,
Wildly turning, nothing left to chance.
Upon the mellow pipes of circumstance
He choreographs a play of space and time,
Every glance upon Earth's stage is His rhyme.
Universe glides through His mystic stance.

With rolling drams of thunder, mark His stamp;
In symphony of spheres, hear His tune.
Effulgent Sun shines as a beacon lamp,
His finger ever points the silver moon.
He's the Alone, whereby all things are done;
Divine dancer, dancing, and the dance are one.

****

Arunachala Siva.       
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 05:19:07 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, This is so Beautiful poem! The words,description and the meaning is very sweet,charming and profound. Wonderful! Thank You! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Vinod on December 23, 2012, 07:00:30 PM
Very beautiful!

Thank you so much sir, for sharing this with us.

Om Arunaachaleshwaraaya Namaha!
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 24, 2012, 07:40:11 PM
This is of course from Mountain Path, Deepam, 2007:

In Prayer:

Sheela Arundale:

O Lord Almighty!
Supreme Being
I bow to Thee with folded hands.

In gratitude I pray
Thy kindness and blessings bountiful
Thy Prasadam to me!

What is mine?
That is not yours to offer?

I am in pursuit of a noble goal
Not connected with the world;
Make me worthy of Thy Grace.

Let me always be near
And dear to Thee
take and keep me to Thy Goodness.

Make my mind  full of Thee
Make my heart wise
Make my foolish tongue sing praises of Thee!

Steer me from confusion that will retard me
I want not to be lost to Thee
But ache in desire for Thee.

In the tranquil hour of dawn Nature's beauty profound
I perceive Thy reflection all around'
My day then begins in Prayer.

Thy thousand Holy Name I chant
All senses tuned to Thee to purify my heart
I remain in your Paradise!

Peace is what I reap
In Prayer'this priceless gem so rare.

O Lord you read my mind
It's hollow like a bamboo stick'
You see my heart it is emptied of myself,

Oh how I like to be In Prayer
All of me; heart and mind
Body and soul simply resting in Thee.

In prayer I feel You O Lord,
Closer than my breath, I feel'
I am in Thy sweet embrace.

Within my Self  I dwell!
The space of Infinity, yet
Without Prayer I am dull!

Like a magic fountain
I spring to life in Thee'
In Prayer.


In dreams I soar and rise in Thee
I pray!  Let this state
Be an unending dream.

In Prayer I'm neither this nor that
I am nothing.
But become the Prayer to Thee.

When in distress I turn to Thee
without delay Thy goodwill comes
In response to my distress.

Past fades away into Prayer
Future not mine to worry
Present is the gift I offer to Thee in Prayer

Faith is Thy blessing
It grows more and more
In Prayer.

I feel the power of Prayer each day of my life
Moving the Unmoving
This is the Glory of the Divine.

Bless me Lord! Let my day be full of prayer
So I remain
In companionship with Thee.

O Lord! Be praised
Thy Holy Name on my lips
Hari Om Hari Om!

In humble reference
I raise my hands and eyes to Thee
And place this prayer to Thy Feet.

*****

Arunachala Siva.     
             
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 28, 2012, 06:27:23 PM
This is from Advent, 2012.

Seduction - by Ana Ram Callan:

His eyes are not eyes.
They are the essence
of perfect god light, streaming
past of all creation,
merged with eternity.

They are married to The Secret,
God's exquisite kiss.
They are the chalice
that can speak
a thousand languages
in one whisper of silence.

They are the galaxies of liquid,
disembodied.
They are the fire
that can free you
and transport you
into Love's ecstatic bliss.

*****

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 30, 2012, 03:36:45 PM
This poem is from Aradhana, 2007 of Mountain Path:

The Names of Siva: 

Ramesh Menon;

Auspicious One
miraculous Siva,
purer than starlight.

The ancient Munis
older than the spinning world,
Brahma's first children,
heard it whispered among starsm
that you Aja, are Unborn.

Among all currents,
You are the deepest eddy
in the silent  heart;
plumbless Maharada,
vortex of eternity.

Your body of light
was once the night of of the void,
dark Vishwamurti;
spiral nebulae bright pores,
upon your black, velvet skin.

With dance and with fire,
he recalls the universe
into void;
to the end of time, and place,
of dark and light, O Hara.

Khaga, you cross the
sea of sky with a stride,
one shore to the other;
but, more, you traverse sorrow,
make the living from the dead.

Unshakable One
master of intricate fate,
Dridha of ages.

We infer you are,
by rumor of your lusture
because there is light;
Alokasambhavya,
our eyes have not seen your face.

The quark's blush you are,
Heartbeat's heart, breath of breath;
light of the moon beam
blazing in on sleep's dreamscape,
Sukshma most subtle one.

You smear yourself with
ashes from the ghats of death,
grave Smasananilaya;
what heartbreak do you root for,
that you spend all your nights here?

Source of all rivers
of serenity you are,
which flow through the stars;
Shanta on your white mountain,
quiescent One, O Peace!

***
The poem is loosely based on the Japanese tanka form of 5 lines. A tanka is a haiku with two extra 7-syllable lines. The lines
have 5/7/5/7/7 syllables, in that order.   

****

Arunachala Siva.       
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 10, 2013, 01:09:09 PM
The following is the poem by Ana Ram Callan, in Jan-Mar. 2013, issue of Mountain Path:

Pearl Beyond Price

Tell me, my dearest one,
who were you before the stories,
before you fell into the form?
Who are you now?
What worry is it shrouds you
from your Truth?
Lure me into your deepest heart,
for that is surely where I'll meet you.

Hold up your imagined wounds
to the light.
Let love seep through.
Let it drench you
in the sheer, unsullied beauty
that bore and blossomed you,
Immerse yourself in its golden glow.
Absolve yourself of any darkness.
Unleash the radiant grace
that is your birthright.
Stop at nothing, my loveliest child.
Let your passion for your true self
unfurl the perfect pearl
that is You.

Why keep on roaming,
my sweetest creature,
in the dream world?
Take my hand.
Let true love carry you home.

*****

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 11, 2013, 01:50:39 PM
This is from Jan. - Mar. 2009 issue of Mountain Path:

Alan Jacobs:

DIVINE DANCER:

The life of ours is a wandering dance,
Whirled by a wild Dervish God divine,
Drunk on vintage Dionysian wine,
Wildly turning, nothing left to chance.
Upon the mellow pipes of circumstance
He choreographed a play of space and time,
Every glance upon Earth's stage is His rhyme.
Universes glide through His mystic stance.

With rolling drums of thunder, mark His stamp;
In symphony of spheres, hear His tune.
Effulgent Sun shines as a beacon lamp,
His finger ever points towards the silver Moon.
He's the Alone, whereby all things are done;
Divine Dancer, dancing, and the dance are one.

(From Mastering Music Walks the Sunlit Sea, Matador.)

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 11, 2013, 02:23:04 PM
A Poem from Deepam 2012 of Mountain Path:

D. Samarender Reddy:

Am I just
A modification of earth.
Am I just
A lump of flesh and blood.
Am I just
One impaled on the arrow of time.
Am I just
One caught in the vortex of relationships.
Am I just
One hostage to the exigency of circumstances.
Am I just
One poised on the horns of thoughts and emotions.
Am I just
One condemned to reap the fruits of unknown deeds.
Am I just
A random collection of inert matter and consciousness.
Am I just
One destined to not know answers to any of these questions.

*****

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 18, 2013, 03:43:53 PM
This is a poem from D. Samarender Reddy in Mountain Path, Jayanti, 2003 of Mountain Path:

Avasthatrya:

What are you doing in my dream
Or am I in your dream
Or we both dreaming each other
Into existence.
And how to tell
What is dream
What is waking
For they are relative terms
And we could have as well called
The dream as waking
And waking as dream.
In the transition between
These two curious states
What is the self that endures
And partakes of these two states.
And what happens to that self
In dreamless sleep;
Surely dreamless sleep is no death
For how then is memory resurrected
To face another February morn,
Surely there is a mystery abides,

****

Arunachala Siva.   
     

 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Jewell on January 18, 2013, 07:38:28 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

How Wonderful poems! All of them. I cant tell which one i like most.

Thank You Very much for sharing them!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 19, 2013, 12:31:52 PM
This is from Ana Callan Ram, from Jayanti, 2012, issue of Mountain Path:

I CAME FOR YOUR SAKE:

Collarbone broken as He tried
to save a squirrel from a dog,

body frail and waning as He
trailed uphill behind two men

to Skandashram. He came
to admire the stonemason's

quiet work, saying,
when He arrived,

'your prayers dragged
me here.' And as I

read of such humble
tender love, the tears

could not be quenched
for He who was God
of Gods and oh such
lover of men.   

*****

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 19, 2013, 03:51:24 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Jayanti, 2012. It is by Ana Callan Ram:


DEVOTION:

Everyday Ramana would sit out on a rock
to clean His teeth,
even when the rains came
and the winds whipped
at His body,
still He sat,
mountain and man fused into One,
and when His devotees tried to stop Him,
to lure Him, towards where it was warm,
He refused.

It was years before they learned
the truth of His mission: an elderly
lady, He had heard, was no longer
able to walk to the Asramam

and so she came within a view
of His rock day after day.
Ramana, Lord of Lords,
how could He turn from
a true desire for darshan?

*******

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 30, 2013, 05:09:52 PM
This poem is from Upahar in Mountain Path, Jayanti, 2013:

The Old Hall:

Today the morning flowers without roots;
 the hands of Time are still
The mirror laughs and gives back no reflection.
  Seeing is only Being,
  and the flower today is love.

In the Old Hall,
  an unimaginable jewel shines for its own delight.
The listening falls into itself, a place too deep for rejoicing,
  yet all the space is touched with Joy.

You are the Center, and the infinite field,
  simple and pure, most near, yet ever blissfully unknown,
Dear One, having seen You, what could there ever be left of You?

Today the fragrance spreads without a source ,
 the silence dances and sings,
Seeing is Being, and the flower today is Love
  in this Old Hall,
   my Heart.

*******

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Jewell on January 30, 2013, 05:25:33 PM
Quote
Today the fragrance spreads without a source ,
 the silence dances and sings,
Seeing is Being, and the flower today is Love
  in this Old Hall,
   my Heart.

Such a Beautiful,Sweet and Truthful words. So,so thouching poem.

Thank You so much,dear Sir!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on January 31, 2013, 02:25:13 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Deepam, 2011:

Beside the River Ganga:

(Nandhini)

As my mala is being washed of all dirt
In the sacred waters of Mother Ganga
May I also become purified ---
A shining jewel to illuminate all worlds.
Sitting by You, Mother
I regard You as the external flow of my interior.
Water regards water - Elemental.

O Siva!
You who radiate from my crown in all directions
Purifying, cleansing, clarifying,
Emptying, quickening my Heart ---
The seat of my mind loving all beings.
What would I be without Your constant care?
I am nothing but what You make me
I am servant of others ----

O Gurudeva -- You are my Lord Siva
In head and heart I bow
May my first thought be a loving one
And make me a pure vessel
through which the Divine Mother may enter.

*****

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on February 27, 2013, 05:47:51 PM
This is from Advent 2013 of Mountain Path:

Seduction:

Ana Callan:

His eyes are not eyes
They are the essence of
of perfect god light, streaming
past all of creation,
merged with Eternity,
They are married to The Secret,
God's exquisite kiss.
They are the chalice
that can speak
a thousand languages
in one whisper of silence.
They are galaxies of liquid,
disembodied.
They are the fire
that can free you
and transport you
into Love's ecstatic bliss.

****

Arunachala Siva.   
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 01, 2013, 04:29:23 PM

This is by Arthur Osborne in Mountain Path issue
Volume IV, 1967:

THE COSMIC DANCE:

Things flow as they will flow,
Your Self the screen on which is cast
The shadow land;

Your Self the void wherein flows past
The rhythmic band.

In Consciousness all is;  all things join hand
In Cosmic Dance;
All circumstance,
Past and to come, weaving an endless strand.
Is NOW
Things flow as they will flow.

*****

Arunachala Siva.
 
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 02, 2013, 01:34:02 PM
This is from Arthur Osborne, Mountain Path, Volume II,
April 1965:

The Dance:

Away, away !
Into the sky I dance !
Bending, swaying light foot leaping,
Tireless staying, rhythm keeping,'
Up in the air !
The rhythm and sway
Now here, now there !
 Swift and smooth as a maiden's glance,
I sway and I glide
And nimbly I ride,
With never a care,
As inly I throb to the cosmic tide;
No outer step, no body stride.
Thus the rhythm keeps its track
In a stiff old body with arthritic back.

*****

Arunachala Siva,   
 
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Ravi.N on March 02, 2013, 03:42:43 PM
Subramanian/Friends,
Ana's poems are pure Nectar.There surely is no better way to contemplate on the wonderful compassion of Sri Bhagavan and the life that he so effortlessly lived than to read and dwell on these lovely poems of Ana.
Thanks very much.I will look for this book next time when I go to the ashramam.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 03, 2013, 03:36:55 PM
The following is the poem from Arthur Osborne, from Mountain Path, Volume I, 1964.

THE FEW:

No argument can pierce the shuttered mind.
Let truth shine forth resplendent as the sun,
Still, crouched in their dark corner, will they find
Some guttering candle till life's day be done.
Even though we sang like angels in their ear
They would not hear.

Those only in whose heart some inkling dwells,
Grown over through it be, crushed down, denied,
Will greet the peeling of he golden bells
And welcome the truth when all around deride.
Yet sight has laid a debt upon their will
Not all fulfill.

For even those who see, only a few
Will have the intrepid wisdom to arise
And barter time's false values for the true,
Making their life a valiant enterprise
To vindicate their heritage long lost
Nor count the cost.

And out of that so noble fellowship
Questing the Grail upon the mountain peaks
Well is it if it meet the expectant lip

Of even one persistently who seeks
Yet in this quest the glory and the goal
Of the awakened soul.

*****

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 04, 2013, 06:38:15 PM
This is a poem from Mountain Path, April, 1966.

By Arthur Osborne.

Heart and Head:

In my heart  pure being, pure self of me:
The world a form it takes - unreal;
Happenings a form it takes, people  who come and go,
All things.
In my head a mind that cannot stand alone;
Watches and clings but cannot stand alone.
Two  ways it yearns;
Outward to the world, seeing it a real thing
Outside itself, full of regrets and wants,
Tormenting;
Inward to pure being, -- then again the world
Appears unreal, a form, in me, its sting drawn.

How escape the torment
Of an enslaved mind?
Two ways.

Mind gone, absorbed in self - pure radiance;
Mind re-arisen --- then let it yearn
Not outward to the world but to the self ---
Warm surge of love, ecstatic bliss.

Both ways are good -- world-tormented bad.

World clinging mind that cannot stand alone ---

The world withdrawn at death;  what will it do?
Fears. Will not face it,
Will not face
The thought of it.
With dangling tentacles, the world to which it clung
Gone all away;
Ivy without a tree
What will it do?

Mind outward turned that seems to stand alone,
Ghost stiffened into semblance of a man,
Forgets pure being, forgets its inner self,
Forgets, denies,
Knows no death ahead.

Catches some glimmer of the Self behind,
Sees it as other, sees itself foredoomed,
Frustrated by the world, then flung away,
Broken at last, bruised, crushed, devoured
By that which it thinks other.         
The more it fights is broken more,
Crunched against the bars,
Caught in a rat trap.

Catches some glimmer; then the silent voice
Mellifluous
Faint perfume hinting ancestral home;
Victory in defeat, total defeat,
Total surrender, brings it home again.

Will it rest now ---
Female at last ---
Rest and no longer rove,
Rest in deep love,
Will it rest now?

Arunachala Siva.       
   
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 05, 2013, 01:55:52 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Oct. 1966. It is by Arthur Osborne:

The Old Man of the Sea:

Sinbad's old man of the sea ----
Hooked upon his back
Unshakably ---
Have you  ever had one?
I had for years.
Gave me no peace,
Driving, driving me on ---
'Come on ! Get this for me !
Attract that girl ! Get in the limelight there!
Grasp this chance ! Jump the queue now"

Gave me no peace.
Once he gets a hold
No use appealing;
No restraint in him.
It is him or me.
Shake him olff,
Bash his head against a stone !
If not he will kill me,
Wear me out,
Driven,m driven like a whipped slave.
It is me or him,

Not dead yet keep an eye on him !
He'll be back in a trice,
Keep alert !

What bliss is to be free from him.
Simply Yourself again!

*****

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 06, 2013, 02:08:54 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Jan 1966, by Arthur Osborne:

Ramana Sadguru:

To feel, to know, to be the Christ within
Can there then be love for Christ on earth,
Walking like men, seen as a man is seen?
Seek not to argue; love has greater worth.
Love makes man kin.

With the Beloved. Such have I known,
Him of the lustrous eyes, Him whose sole look
Pierced to the heart, wherein the seed was sown
Of wisdom deeper than in holy book,
Of truth alone.

Not to be learned but lived, Truth in its hour
to sprout within the heart's dark, wintry earth,
And grow a vibrant thing, then come to power,
To slay the seeming self that gave it birth
Or to devour.

Heart of my heart, seen outwardly as one
In human form, to draw my human love,
Lord Ramana, Guru, the ever- risen Sun,
Self manifest, the guide of all who rove,
Lost  and alone,
In tangled thoughts and vain imaginings,
Back to Pure Being, which your radiant smile,
Full of compassion for my wanderings,
Tells me I always was, though lost this while
In a world of things.

*******

Arunachala Siva.
       
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 07, 2013, 02:09:17 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Vol 1, 1964, by Arthur Osborne:


Ahad

Before the beginning He was,
Beyond the ending He is,
Hidden in the heart of man,
Flared forth in a myriad stars and a bird's song.

Unchanged and unbegun,
Unfellowed, He, the One,
The All He is, the Alone,
Otherness but a dream gone on too long.

***

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 08, 2013, 01:55:08 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Mountain Path, by Arthur Osborne:

 BE STILL:

Thou art?  -  I am?  - Why argue?  - Being IS.
Keep still and be. Death will not still the mind.
Nor argument, nor hopes of after-death.
This world the battle ground, yourself of the foe
Yourself must master. Eager the mind to seek.

Yet, oft astray, causing its own distress
Then crying out for relief, as though some God
Barred from it jealously the Bliss it sought
Bur would not face.

Till in the end,
All battles fought, all earthly loves abjured,
Dawn in the East, there is no other way
But to be still. In stillness then to find
The giants all were windmills, all the strife
Self made, unreal; even he that strove
A fancied being, as when that good knight
Woke from delirium and with a loud cry
Rendered his soul to God.
Mind then, or soul?
Break fee from subtle words.  Only be still,
Lay down the mind, submit, and Being then
Is Bliss, Bliss Consciousness; and That you are.

*****

Arunachala Siva.           

 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 09, 2013, 02:07:24 PM
This is from Mountain Path, July 1967, by Arthur Osborne:

ARUNACHALA:

I sought to devour Thee;
Come now and devour me,
Then there will be peace, Arunachala

You bade me give all of you
Take now the giver too,
Survive alone, Arunachala !

Let now the deception end.
There was no lover or friend
Apart from Thyself, Arunachala !

Now that at last I know
All this a magic show
Let it dissolve in Thee, Arunachala !

****

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on March 14, 2013, 01:23:03 PM
This is a poem from October 1965, of Mountain Path, by Arthur Osborne:

THE IN-DWELLER;

He? -- You? -- I? -  That which is
Indwells this body, sees the living world,
And is the world it sees. Pure Bliss of Being.
As on a spring day, couched upon a bank.
Of grass and flowers, watching the clouds sail by
For a brief moment of thought -- and fancy-free;
But now no moment, now a well known state.

****

Arunachala Siva.       
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on April 04, 2013, 06:08:29 PM
This is from Mountain Path, Advent, 2012 by Upahara:

THE SOUTH:

As I walked out
into the glowing breath of morning;
Somewhere to the South
of all imaginations, hope, regret.....

Out of the cave of dreams
Into the dancing flow of Silence,
grace of Your Golden Hill,
Beyond all meaning, praise or sacrament ----

the Existence stood up
to chant myriad radiant tones
Your Heartsong,  immemorial, ever new,
Familiar and amazing ---

The glory passes,
turns into the all embracing Silence;
Your smile crosses my heart
And the Way unfolds in peace.

*****

Arunachala Siva.           
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on April 05, 2013, 01:11:16 PM
The followoing poem by Ana Callan Ram is from the Jayanti issue of Mountain Path, 2013:

SURRENDER:

The golden glow of Holy Mountain
folds all children in to her ample arms,
dried petals and leaves
of our imagined stories all stored
in her boundless bounty, each tender
feeling, each supposed loss, each
bittersweet sensation drop into
the one priceless pearl,  leaving
only beauty and the blinding
light of Truth;  what we belong
and always have to He Who 
Abides in the Heart of All
Beings, our saving grace,
our brilliant star, the moon
that cools the raging fire,
luring us towards surrender,
relieving us until we are
seduced into the lap
of pure and untouched love.

*****

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on April 06, 2013, 02:44:47 PM


This is from Jayanti Issue of Mountain Path, 2013.


The Old Hall

Today the morning flowers without roots;
   the hands of Time are still
The mirror laughs and gives back no reflection,
  Seeing is only Being,
  and the flower today is love.

In the Old Hall,
  an unimaginable jewel shines for its own delight,
The listening falls into itself, a place too deep for rejoicing,
  yet all space is touched with Joy.   

You are the Center, and the infinite field,
  simple and pure, most near, yet ever blissfully unknown.
Dear One, having seen You, who could there ever be left of You?

Today  the fragrance spreads without a source,
  the silence dances and sings.
Seeing is Being, and flower today is Love,
  in this Old Hall,
   my heart.

- BY Upahar.

*****

Arunachala Siva.
 
     
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on April 10, 2013, 03:15:52 PM
This is from Ana Callan Ram from Jayanti, 2011 of Mountain Path:

First of September:

The packet of sweets,
  the dhoti, coins
  all attachments tossed
  to the breeze

when he came
to the feet of his Father

Bearing only the love
in his heart, limitless
O so much larger
than anything
that cane be owned.

*******

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on May 14, 2013, 11:44:18 AM
This poem is from Mountain Path, Jan.-Mar. 2010 by Ana Callan Ramana:

FLAWLESS:


The final vestiges of ego unthreading
themselves as He lay on His bed,
watching His flesh separate from
His breath, without flinching,
He let die what seemed dead,
and still , He watched, finding
Himself perfectly endless,
the little i having fled,
leaving only spaciousness,
silence swimming round
in His head, and the name
of His Father graven into
His chest, as He rose.

sixteen year old and mad
for His Master, the Hill
He took off down the road,
barefoot, just a note to His
family amidst His school books,

foodless and famished for God,
whom He thought would leap
down from a tree and besiege
Him, but it had already happened,
God Himself implanted  in each
cell of His being, no longer boy
but divine supreme.

*****

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 05, 2013, 05:59:53 PM
Mind For the Asking  - D. Samarender Reddy:

(Mountain Path - Jyly -Sept. 2013,)

If one offers Me with love and devotion, a leaf, a flower, fruit or water, I will accept it:

                             Bhagavad Gita.

Thank you, dear Krishna,
For showing me the easy way out
How difficult it would have been
If you had asked for my mind'
For you see
Trees and water are in abundance
On this earth
But a mind I have only one
Though I speculate
What I would have in return
If I offered my mind
At your feet
And sometimes think
If you would accept it all
For it may not be pure
As a leaf, flower, fruit or water.

*****

Arunachala Siva,.