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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #15 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #16 on: January 30, 2013, 05:25:33 PM »
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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,
        Love

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #17 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #18 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #19 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #20 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #21 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #22 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #23 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.       
   

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #24 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!

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #25 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #26 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #27 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #28 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 !

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #29 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.

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