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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #30 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.

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Arunachala Siva.           

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #31 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #32 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #33 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #34 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.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path, Aradhana, 2012.
« Reply #35 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.

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Arunachala Siva,.