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A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« on: December 17, 2012, 04:17:30 PM »
Ramana's Women

Ana Ram Callan.

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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.

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Arunachala Siva.     

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #1 on: December 17, 2012, 04:42:32 PM »
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Beautiful,heart thouching poem! Thank You Very much! With love and prayers,

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #2 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #3 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,

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #4 on: December 23, 2012, 07:00:30 PM »
Very beautiful!

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

Om Arunaachaleshwaraaya Namaha!

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #5 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #6 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #7 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!

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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.   

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #8 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #9 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.)

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #10 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #11 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,

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #12 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,

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #13 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.   

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #14 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?

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