Dear Lord,
You have put us here on earth, so we and You may yearn for each other, and enjoy melting into each other.
You made us forget You first, and then remember You, so the joy would be sweeter.
Each cell of this body says 'O Ramana, My Father!', 'O Bhagavan, My Father!', each claiming You.
What is suffering, O Bhagavan. but a distant memory, the absence of one's recognition of one's identity.
When each cell remembers that it was made of You, when each cell sings your name, in unison, the Being pulsates 'O Bhagavan, My Father!' then that is the highest sadhana, the highest joy, that is being in Your Feet.
O Beloved, to be mashed into Your Feet, what joy!
Oct 7, 2006
