A saadhaka's record

The Great Baby Tree

2021-06-21T06:56:00.000-07:00

Once there was a Great Baby Tree,

Which seemed at once a great baby and a great tree,

Nobody could know which originally,

As it was stationed in one place but roamed freely.

To those who came tree-looking,
It was full of fruits, awaiting,
Most failed to see the ripened feast,
They mistook the baby to be just another beast.

To many others that came baby-looking,
It appeared a tree, their search stalling,
'Of what use is this useless tree? We have seen many', they thought.
Seeing only the bark, they went back with naught.

Then, came a few trees,
That were looking to become babies,
Looked at by the Great Baby Tree,
They became the Great Baby Tree.

The Great Baby Tree lives even now,
In the heart of each tree, as a constant flow,
It calls out in a silent voice,
And looks with a loving glance,
Making the tree fall back into its seed,
And the seed into a baby freed.

The Army of Voices

2021-03-10T08:09:00.000-08:00

I braved the odds, starting alone,

Honed my weapon cast of mountain iron,

Went for the eye, one by one,

They fell with a sigh, till the last one.

I rose up in the ranks,

Voices at my flanks,

Full of gusto, their cries belied

'Behold our king!',

'The enemy shall know our sting!'

I built my kingdom,

Coveting my army of voices,

Inhered within a castle of wonder,

Where my world rejoices.

Along came a day, most fateful

A mountain warrior rode, looking most gainful

I looked at my men, who seemed smitten

'He calls for you, and him you alone can fell',

They jumped, like a gleeful kitten.

So I rode, unknowing any doom,

In victory mode, I boomed,

'Do you know who I am?'

'Dare you covet my mighty span?'

The warrior bellowed,

'The mountain from where I come',

'Made of the swords of kings now mum',

'Like you they rode before'

'I claimed all their swords, and will do many more!'

As he brought his axe upon my head

I looked back for the first time behind my stead

My army of voices, they changed tents,

Behind the next fool with a sword they went.

Bharati dashakam : A decad of prayers to Mother Bharati

2020-11-06T07:12:00.000-08:00

Mother:

Though our eyes cannot feast this year
In your sacred form, due to fear
Of the difficult disease, physical,
May you bless, as we remember
Your presence in our hearts, bright as ember,
So we may be rid, of the disease,

Physical, spiritual as well, and be at ease

Radiant Moon:

Dispelling the descending darkness,
The full moon shines to bless,
Transmuting the scorching solar light,
Into cool irradiance .

So too, may You transform for us,
For your children of meagre prowess,
The fiery light of Knowledge Infinite
Into the gentle love of the Divine, the Definite.

Butterfly: 

Divine Butterfly
Of imagined chaos, and understood order,
Flutter here once, worlds are formed,
Sit on a flower, worlds be destroyed.
Show us always your Gentle form.
Pray, be not so fleeting,
Captivated, we shall follow you
To your abode, to our Home.

Swan: 

Swan, so beautiful and silent,
How do you spring so tiger-violent?
When your children come to slight,
You swoop down like a kite!
Protect us thus, your own young,
From our enemies within, when we be flung
Seeing you chase to vanquish
Our rage filled ways, be finished.

Cat: 

Divine Feline,
Awestruck by the question dense,
Of your mysterious existence,
Schrodinger and Shankara alike.
To set the question at rest,
Show us a way through the dark
Knowledge, Devotion, for us which is best
Faithful in you, we shall surely hark.

Sun : 

Light is Your nature
A single ray arouses each creature.
Om is Your sound canoe,
Upon it floats the great prana.
Be kind to us and not harsh
We seek to remain in your watch.
Light of all lights,
Bless us with the inward sight.

Diamond : 

Form-ed by love intense,
Purer than all, no pretence
Valuable amongst all valuable
Our uncut diamond.
We look at straight at you, but miss,
How long shall it be before our bliss?
Call us unto you from within, deep within,
Into our Heart, your permanent inn.

Morning Dew :

As the dark night of the soul breaks,
And the warm knowledge-light arrives at its wake
A bed of beads falls upon the grass green.
Fresh as ever, never before seen.

Creatures, two, four or six legged
Traced their paths, their feet wetted
Their fall softened, their life refreshed
Their thirst quenched.

By you, Mother,
Nourisher of all, morning dew.

The letter G:

Goodness in our hearts,
Grace that knocks our door,
Grammar that makes sound language,
Guide perennial in the grand path,
God and eternal giver.
All these You are,
And among the letters,
The Greatest,
The letter G.

Bharati : 
Many-named Mother, 
Protecting our sacred land, you appear,
Innumerable forms, equally superior,
Parvataraja-kumari of the North,  
Kanya-kumari in the South. 
Bharata is Yours, Thus Bharati you are,
Plentiful is your boon, here for all
One, two, many, in each age,
Many your children come, freed of their cage.
Not mere sterile dust and clay,
Or empty, colourful frolic,
All that has the seed, Bharatic,
Is Bharata for us, mythic.
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Black Day

2019-10-11T08:42:00.000-07:00

These words, like clothes in a stuffed closet
Tumbling out, I have to face it
The shame, the fear, the dread,
Wash over my mind, alive or dead.

The Great One beckons,
Pounds upon the axons,
'Let it out, let it out', She says,
I fall in Her sway.

Red be Her tongue!
Thirsty of My blood,
All is lost, I am Her food,
Could not have fled!

She's got no time for my doubts,
Swings her axe with much clout
"Give me your head", She says,
My doubts lie in dismay.

A necklace of heads around Her neck,
She wears of those fallen of Her flick!
Among those is mine, one in a corner,
To get it back, a fool's endeavour!

Praise be to the Black One,
Praise be to the Great One,
Praise be to the Devouring One,
Praise be to the Dancing One.

நந்தவனத்தில் ஓர் ஆண்டி

2019-03-08T18:39:00.000-08:00

ஓம்

குருமாரின் திருப்பாதம் கண்டேன் - அதை

மனமாரப் போற்றவே நெஞ்சினில் வைத்தேன்

நலம் யாவும் தந்திட வேண்டி - அதை

எல்லோரும் பெற்றிடப் போற்றியே வந்தேன்.

குருநாதன் சொன்னதோர் மந்த்ரம் - அதன்

எதிரொலி பற்றியே அடங்கிடும் உள்ளம்

சிவன் வாசல் சீக்கிரம் சேர்க்கும் - மன

அழுக்கு அது நீங்கியே சமத்தினில் நிற்கும்.

அறியாமை என்னும் பேரிருளே - அதில்

சிக்கிய மனதிற்கு மருந்தாகும் அருளே

ஆசானின் அருள் ஒளிப்பட்டே - அந்தப்

பேரிருள் இறையாக மாறிடும் கணமே.

நந்தவனத்தில் ஓர் ஆண்டி - அவன்

நாலாறு மாதமாய்க் குயவனை வேண்டி

கொண்டு வந்த அந்தத் தோண்டி - அதைச்

சீராக குருபாதம் தன்னில் சேர்த்தாண்டி.

Thanks to Jataayu ji for the kind help of correcting the errors in this. May the Siddha who composed the original forgive me !

The blessed Guru

2018-04-08T11:09:00.001-07:00

The blessed Guru has come !
Those in the sabha rise up
To prostrate in His presence.
Rama, Krishna, Ishwara, Amba, Gurudev, they utter,
For all of these abide in Him.
The blessed Guru has come !

The Yogis, they rejoice
They know him to be the Swayamprakasha Self
They sink deeply in His presence,
External and Internal as well.
The blessed Guru has come!

The singers, they sing,
The divine songs as it were,
Their art comes to a fruition,
Surrendered to the Lord in two forms,
the Worshipper and the Worshipped,
The blessed Guru has come.

The vidwans, they chant,
The Rudraprashna, and the Chamaka as well,
Mesmerized by His lips,
Which move in synchrony.
The blessed Guru has come.

The Lord, He sits,
Happy to be worshipped,
Caressed by the Guru's gentle hands,
He makes the world happy,
The blessed Guru has come.

As the hearts sway in devotion
"Hail our Guru"they shout galore
Kissed by the love and warmed by His smile
His blessed devotees are satiated
The blessed Guru has come.

------------------------------------------- Sharada-Prasad.

Not again

2018-03-18T07:58:00.002-07:00

Having recoiled into oneself
By the grace of the Lord,
Arose again the desire to delve

On the sweetness of the Self.

How remarkable, one wonders
The sweetness that is the Lord,
It remains unsurpassed
Unlike the passing and passed.

In the land of the Self
The Guru is the light that shines,
Guru is the stick that supports,
Guru is the land that carries,
And He is the Self, the goal,
And the traveller as well.

Having tried to speak His glory
The thunder became silent,
Trying to fill his limits,
The seas dried up,
Trying to show His form,
The sun became the moon.

The way.

Guru is the Truth, so be truthful
He is the neighbour, so be kind.
He is the world, so be not greedy but content,
He is the mind and the body, so be humble.
He is the Lord, so be grateful.
He is oneSelf, so never forget.

The naama of Hari

2017-03-08T20:02:00.000-08:00

Sant Jnaneshwar

Door to door, this beggar roams
Searching for peace and calm,
Is this the place?
Is this where will end the race?

The Guru has shown this beggar,
The land of the sacred is the mind,
The mind filled with Hari,
The mind filled with Harinaama.

These were His words.

The boundless ocean of joy is Hari,
The world has but only drops of it,
Say His name, satiate your thirst,
Before going to the world, drink His name first.

To those with little faith,
Hari-naama is the gentle oar,
Driving the boat across the river
Of sorrow, limited-ness, and the morrow,
To the banks of divine joy.

Those with faith immense,
Hari-naama is the instant medicine,
For the saamsaaric disease,
Said once is enough,
Brings never-ending joy and love.

For the sages though,
They that do not have to more plow,
Hari-naama is the goal, no where else
Hari-naama is their ever-running heart-pulse,

Match your beat to that of the sages,
Hear in your mind the Hari-naama chiming,
No effort, only oozing joy.
Drink, drink, and drink, don't be coy.

Inspired by : Haripath by Sant Jnaneshwar - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06HLv7fyUP0

The Artful Dodger

2016-11-14T06:18:00.000-08:00

Listless is my heart,

Harried by worries of trifles,
I come to You, with my mind stuporous,
With the hope of a embrace,
Mon Amour.

It is a beautiful day, they say,
The sages, who gather in Your midst,
The pure ones, amidst the pure snow mountains,
Singing Your praise, dear grace fountain.

Your countenance is most pleasing,
My mind though is much fleeting,
How should I hold You,
How can I know?

The sages have revealed all,
I hear them, their clarion call,
Yet the senses betray, cause my fall
What misery is this!

I see the sages, hear their words,
The mind rises from the tamasic ashes,
Blazing fast unto peaceful sattva,
Latching unto you, Oh Artful Dodger,
Again, to slip away,
Is this all Your play?

The Veda Purusha

2016-09-08T08:38:00.000-07:00

A long time ago, in the darkness was lit
A little flame of wonder, by the Master's words.
The mind said, "Would it flicker and die?
Would it survive and thrive?"

Guffaw at the question, what a fool!
The light of all lights, whence can it die?
Seeing it all around, in darkness and light,
Seer it is all around, of darkness and light.

Leaping with mighty limbs on all sides,
It livened all dead and alive,
The immortal Veda Purusha,
Appearing as every fool and flower.

The grace of the Lord comes,
As the words of the Master,
Every word throbbing with life,
Giving Life, not death.

Death, death, O dear friend,
Take my wing now, and fly to your stalk,
Rest, rest in peace,
Your work is now done.
Let me give life to thee.

Is this Being asleep or awake?

2015-11-27T23:48:00.004-08:00

Sri Gurubhyo Namaha

क्षोणीभृद्वरसानुवर्तिवटवृक्षाधःप्रदेशास्थिता
मुद्रापुस्तकमौनयुक् शमयुता नासाग्रदृष्टिस्सदा
पाराशर्यसुतादिमान्मुनिवरान्संबोधयन्ती परम्
मुद्रा काचन मुक्तिदाननिपुणा निद्राति जागर्ति वा

Sitting at the base of a himalayan banyan, is this Being
Holding a book on one hand and the chinmudra in the other
His gaze fixed at the tip of his nose, he is ever silent
Yet ever conveying perfectly the ultimate knowledge of the Atman
To those foremost sages such as Suka,
Remaining thus as the One adept in bestowing Moksha
Is this Being asleep or awake?

[The above verse was completed by the 34th Jagadguru of Sringeri Sri Chandrashekara Bharati Mahaswamiji in his purvaashrama as a Brahmachari shishya of the 33rd Guru Sri Sacchidananda Shivabhinava Narasimha Bharati Mahaswamiji when He gave an exercise to His students, telling them just the last line - मुद्रा काचन मुक्तिदाननिपुणा निद्राति जागर्ति वा
(meaning - Remaining thus as the One adept in bestowing Moksha, Is this Being asleep or awake?) - and asking them to complete the verse. I have added a few lines according to my understanding in the line of continuing this verse that seems paradoxical; statements like this are often encountered in Vedanta. The following lines are placed as an meagre humble offering at the lotus feet of the Acharyas.]

He remains motionless like a stone, not a single limb moving
Yet effortlessly delivering those who have known Him as the only refuge
From the unending depths of worldly pleasure and pain
Remaining thus as the One adept in bestowing Moksha
Is this Being asleep or awake?

Though ever remaining immersed in unalloyed infinitude like one asleep
He appears as finite forms again and again and again
For the sake of upholding Dharma and those who uphold it
Remaining thus as the One adept in protecting Dharma
Is this Being asleep or awake?

Though being absorbed in changeless Brahman always
He sports in the human forms of our Gurus
To deliver all from the terrible dream of samsaara
Remaining thus as the One adept in conveying the knowledge about oneself,
Is this Being asleep or awake?

Unmanifest and undifferentiated and one,
Yet he manifests into many different as the world
Pervading it, yet unchanged, he sustains all
And absorbs them when the time comes
Remaining as the One adept in the play of Srushti,
Is this Being asleep or awake?

Much like a sleeping person not responding to calls
He remains ever unknowable through all means
Yet he is revealed through Vedantic words
To this alone he seems to respond.
Remaining as the One revealed through the Veda,
Is this Being asleep or awake?

Smashaaneshwara

2015-08-17T07:47:00.002-07:00

In a trice, Maheshwara appeared,
With ashes his body all-smeared,
Wearing the skull-necklace,
And dancing to his skull-drum.

He is Rudra, the Lord of the Smashaana,
Amidst the funeral pyres He finds,
The Rhythm of life
Of death and life,
With a smile of grace.

The clang of the bells and the sound of the drum,
The soft whispering crackles of the funeral pyre,
Give birth to new life, while swallowing the old,
Calm within and furious with-out.

His matted locks have given away,
With him they sway,
Keeping with His terrific pace,
Yet no move out of place.

Meditate on Him, dear mind,
He who the world cannot bind,
Knowing all that is as His dance,
Always in a state of flux and prance.

ராமனை தேடும் சீதை

2015-03-18T23:28:00.002-07:00

காலங்கள் பலகோடி
தேகங்கள் பல்லாயிரம்
உன்னை தேடியே அலைந்திருந்தேன்

பல்வேறு ரூபத்தில்
உறங்கா நேரத்தில்

உன்னை உணர துடித்திருந்தேன்

இது தானோ நீ என்று
கண்டாலும் காணத்
தெரியாமல் களைத்திருந்தேன்

நான் தேடும் பொருள் அது
உள்பொருளே ஆகும் என
ஒரு சித்தன் கூற கேட்டிருந்தேன்

கேட்டாலும் தெரியாமல்
உள்வாங்க முடியமால்
அப்படியே தவித்திருந்தேன்

என்போலும் தீனர் இல்லை
உன்போலும் அரசர் இல்லை
உள்ளருள் தந்தருள்வாயோ

மனைவி மக்கள் மாளிகை என
மாண்டோர் கூட்டம் அதில் சேர
எனக்கோ விருப்பம் இல்லை

எனக்கென்று யாரும் இல்லை
அடைந்திட வேறு கதி இல்லை
அறிவால் செர்ந்திடுவாயோ

The sages speak

2015-02-16T19:18:00.000-08:00

With many aeons of efforts strenous,
The sages sought the the One luminous,
They kept in mind the Innocent Lord,
By whom will fall the Samsaara's cord.

Having searched for Him everywhere,
Tired of running here and there,
They took a seat under a Vatavruksha,
And prayed, "Shall we ever see you Ishwara?"

The Lord of the worlds, seated within,
Hearing the cry of those without sin,
Appeared as the primordial Guru
So they may knowledge accrue.

Therein those sinless ones,
Heard the Guru's voiceless voice,
Perceived that Unperceivable One,
And attained the Ever-attained.

In their delight, they sang,
The sages, their hearts rang,
"One are Shambu and His dance,
Known to those whose minds don't prance,
He is The Guru for those that walk
the path of Jnaana that flows from His matted locks,
The serpent of Maya that strikes,
Now adorns His neck, without vice,
We are free knowing Him, we are free, forever more,
To Shambu, to the Guru, our prostrations crore."

For all those ones which may crave,
The vision of the Supreme in their cave,
The Primordial Guru shall appear in a trice,
In one who is alive and wise.

The Swan be the Swan

2015-02-03T18:38:00.004-08:00

The Swan be the Swan,
Whether he floats over lake or river, silent or strange,
Over the rocky seas or the oceans of change,
The Swan be the Swan.

The Queen be the Queen
Her court can see thieves and sages,
Whether kingdom be small or big,
The Queen be the Queen.

The Ocean be the Ocean,
Whether the Ganges flows into it or the Coovum,
Whether it holds sharks or ornate ships,
The Ocean be the Ocean.

The Swan be the Swan, dear friends,
It is the Guru's gift, and the Shaastra's voice,
How to change it and into what?
The Swan be the Swan.

பதமாலையை தொட்டு

2015-01-02T08:31:00.001-08:00

ஜொலிக்கும் ஜோதி அது பார்த்ததொரு பார்வையிலே

திழைக்கும் முன்வினைகள் பொடிந்து அங்கு ஒய்வு பெற

பிழைக்கும் உயிர்கள் சுகக்கடல் அதனை கண்டிடவே

அழித்த அகம் அதனில் ஆண்டதொரு பரம்பொருளே

புலத்தை அடக்கி சுய வசத்தில் அதை கொண்டதுடன்

மனத்தின் கருத்து அவை ஒன்றுபட வந்திடுமே

சமத்தின் அறிவு பெற ஆசை பெரும்சீற்றத்துடன்

பரத்தின் வடிவு ஒரு குருவினிடம் கொண்டுதரும்

செவிக்கு இனியதொரு வாக்கியம் அதை கேட்டுருக

உழைக்கும் மனம் அதனோடுழைப்பு அவை அடங்கிவிடும்

பரத்தின் உரு அதனை நிர்வாணமாக கண்டவுடன்

தனித்து நிற்க அங்கு ஒன்றுமிலை என்றுணர்வீர்

பசித்த பசி அனைத்தும் ஒன்றுபட்டு முடிந்துவிட

வசிக்கும் ஆண்மகனை கண்டவராம் எனும் புகழை

அளிக்க வல்லவராம் ரமண எனும் பரபதத்தில்

களிக்க இம்மாலையுடன் சரண்புகுற முயன்றிருந்தேன்.

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- Written upon reading pages of "Padamalai - Teachings of Ramana Maharshi, Recorded by Muruganar"

Drowned and lived

2015-01-01T22:54:00.001-08:00

Waves upon waves dashed on its station,
Wriggling in pain and frustration,
Gasping for air it hangs on,
To anything that is thrown.

The world teases it with its trifles,
Of dangling pleasures and pretty wriggling forms,
The mind tries to hang on for succour,
Surely going far away from its Maker.

Then, hearing the dreadful cries of the mind,
One came to lift out of the water,
Caught and pulled up by the hair,
Painful but a lifesaver.

Huh! He wouldn't stop then either, but said,
"I will make sure you won't drown again".
The mind revolts, "What! Please don't do anything in vain!".
But he wouldn't listen.

He took a dagger, gold and glisten,
Came to plunge it into the heart,
So many thoughts -
"Try to resist, try to run, better to drown, who is this mad guy, what is this crazy art?"

So many thoughts, so long past,
But He was of infinite power, he wouldn't let it last.
Little did it know, it was meant to be,
He was to make it free.

At last, it gave up,
With infinite power, the dagger came in,
There was death, there was life,
There was silence, freedom from strife.

Where is my rest, where is my calm,
Here is my rest, here is my calm.

Fool's devotion.

2014-12-16T20:54:00.001-08:00

The accomplished ones roam this earth
Blessing all without reason,
Compassion without expectation,
They are the ones to bow our heads to,
They are Your representatives.

The yogis of action tread this earth,
Doing their work as service,
Serving all in Your Name,
Dedicating its fruits to You,
They will soon embark on the path of knowledge,
Through which You are reached.

The yogis of Divine Knowledge strive hard,
To be without blemish of body,
To see You everywhere, in matter and life,
And as the Self.

All their being is my support,
I know not of their ways,
Confused as I am, my ignorance holds sway,
Repeating my old dysfunctional daze.
Pain, how much pain!

But once in a while perhaps,
The recollection of Your name,
By a saint or a thief,
Floods my heart and my eyes,
As intense as it seems,
Is it all a farce?
i hope not.
The ways of Dharma are unknown to me,
So are the ways of Bhakti and Jnaana,
I know to cry, that is all I can muster.
Whether you care or not, I shall not fluster.

Only this much do I ask

2014-09-24T06:00:00.002-07:00

In silent whispers have i loved you
My dear one, dear gift of the Lord,
Not knowing that it was so destined,
I have slept my time in ignorance.

When I woke up, I found the Lord,
And you who He left back for me,
His precious child of earth,
Walked through the doors of heaven.

Of whose virtue did I gain you?
Yours or mine, I know not.
But fill your devotion of Him in my heart,
Only this much do I ask.

Take His name in every breath,
in silence or in word,
And this troubled heart of mine will find its rest.
Only this much do I ask.

And one day, when you or I shall pass,
We should go on singing His glory of future and past,
Unto each other's hearts,
Tunneling through the separation so vast.
Only this much do I ask.

Freefloater

2014-08-10T23:13:00.002-07:00

From in-between the ranges
You flow down, O great Ganges
With great gusto and plunge
Into the valleys and plains deep.

Unable to bear the torment of separation,
With all my sorrows have I drowned in you,
With the hope that I will be gone forever.

As your waters filled my body and soul,
I lost my hold, my whole,
Resting in a complete calm,
I waited to sink to the bottom,
Waited for it for all to be over.

But instead of the cold darkness,
I found feeling the warmth of the Father on my eyes,
Invigorating and forever loving,
Life came to me rushing back in full vigour.

"Never again, never again, my dear,
Never again shall I leave you in fear"
You said. And that was enough.
I leave myself to be held in you forever.

Ground's chant

2014-07-27T00:42:00.003-07:00

I don't soar.

I am at rest.

I go deep down the ocean and rest there.

I find my love there, not in the skies where I can tire.

I go deep down where my enemies can't find me.

I go on to rest peacefully,

And watch the hoppers, the wannabe fliers,

The soar-ers, the tired ones,

The naysayers, and the ever optimistic.

I am silent to the so-called conquerors,

I am silent to the men of terror,

I am silent to the wails of children,

I am silent to the roars of the winners,

I am silent to the peace of the pious.

I give joyously and freely to all,

All my children, from dust to dust.

I am called 'ground',

For I have been ground,

With the pestle of my master's words,

On the mortar of practice.

Advaita 'philosophy'?

2014-04-29T00:25:00.001-07:00

The robes are many
The fellow without the robes is one.
He is known as 'naked'.

The wise man has known the 'naked',
without thinking of the robes.

The cups are varied,
The water is same,
The wise man can drink water,
without the need of any cup.

Objects are several,
Space is one.
The wise man understands space,
Sans all ob
jects.

Dvaita is multiplicity,
Advaita is not-two, not-many.
In the absence of many, what is 'not-many'?
In the presence of not-many, how can there be many?

That Advaita philosophy,
Which can be challenged,
Or be upheld,
is misunderstood as real Advaita.
It is only an dvaitic antidote to Dvaita,
only the gateway.

Real Advaita is,
Wordless, un-philosophisable, unknowable, the nature of oneself,
Unsullied, unwanting, always loving, having none other,
Known only from a wise master.

Seek therefore the kingdom of the self,
From such a master,
And all else shall be added unto the infinite you.

The antaryāmin

2014-01-27T21:07:00.000-08:00

Come, my kin, lay claim to this body.
It is yours, yours was it all along.
Ignorance it was to think otherwise.
Come now, and have your will done with it.

Come, come now, my fellow men.
Here is at your service another weak den.
Use it as you will, leave it as you please.
Come now, and have your will done with it.

Come now, my darling creatures microscopic,
Nourish it as you please, diminish at your behest
This earth-piece belongs to you earthlings,
Come now, and have your will done with it.

Come now, oh grand devourer of bodies,
Let them bones crack in your heat,
Render carbon into carbon, why wait?
Come now, and have your will done with it.

Come now, all of you, with all your might,
Your might powerless against the mind.
For now she loves unto her death
A different master, your own master,
Who dwells within in the secret heart of hearts,
Most lovable and pure, seer and source of all,
The antaryāmin.

அண்ணாமலையின் பிள்ளை

2013-10-30T00:10:00.000-07:00

தாயுமான முக்கண்ணனும்
அவன் சேயுமான ரமணனும் கொண்டு
அசலமாய் விளங்கிய

அண்ணாமலை அடி சரணம்.

மறை கூறும் அகக்கண்

சிக்காமல் சிக்கி தவித்த

அடியார் தம் ஆணவம் நீக்கி

நொடியில் காட்டினன் இதோ.

பார்வை எனும் வேல் விடித்து

திமிரெனும் தாரகன் பொடிய

முக்கண்ணும் உள் மலர

அடியார் அறிவார் ஆயினரே.

உடல் காணோர் என் செய்வர் ?

அருள் என்றும் பெற்றலரோ ?

மனம் திரிந்து ஓய்ந்திடவே

மெய் மறந்தே போகுவரோ ?

'நான்' எனும் ஆணவம் அது

அவன் அடிமை என்றே எண்ணி

அகமும் புறமும் அவனை கண்டோர்

உடல் காணினும் உளம் கண்டவரே.

பின் அவ்வுட்பொருள் நானே என்று

ஓயாமல் உணர்பவர் தம்

மெய்யாம் அந்த ரமணனாய்

எப்பொழுதும் அகவிளக்காய்

எங்கேயும் ஜொலிப்பவரே.

- Written based on a series of talks given on the Maharshi's life by Brahmasri Nochur Venkataraman. Thanks to Srinivasan for the edits.

For the One with the VeeNa

2013-10-11T22:16:00.002-07:00

Ignorant as I am in many ways,
Including those of the language well done,
I write in foreign words,
Gripped by the Mother's beauty.
I pray,
May the Ever-pleased mother,
Be pleased with these too.

The great ones see you in all,
Animate and inanimate,
In the rogue, the dying, the wretched, the fearsome.
Alas, I am not such.
Still, by Her grace,
I have seen Her divine form,
Housed in the mount of Rshyasrnga.

The phoenix called Manmatha blazed,
By the heat of wisdom-eye,
Arises once again,
Freed of his old ways,
Full now with Her Love,
By the coolness of Her gaze.

Deep is our sleep, Mother,
And for long have we slept.
The thundering voices of wise men,
Like wasp buzzes in our dreams.
Awake us not like them,
But with soft whispers.

Take us into your lap again,
And whisper unto us our true names.
Should we not hear them then,
Come into our dreams,
And play with us once again,
Until we hear your call.