20070629 12:35:07
Lord,
consider me to be the cracked egg
you took in your hands
and joined
or the baby squirrels who fell to the floor
abandoned by their mother
whom you fed milk
like a mother
I am that lost helpless
floundering child
pick me up
in your caring palm
heal me and hug me
and melt me into You.
Friday, June 29, 2007
O, Child of Sundari
Father,
You are the Eternal Light
but for those of us lost
in our bodies
there has been darkness
ever since the child
of Sundari left this world.
Are we doomed to eternal darkness?
while only jnanis know You.
Jnanis speak of your splendour
the light of a million suns,
while we speak of an aching love
a yearning that tears our soul apart
a chasm that seems too wide for our tiny stride
we speak of your eyes, your smile and your two feet
of what you touched and uttered
while jnanis say that is not You.
Like the call of a lost baby seal to its mother
desolate
in a maze of other sounds
i will keep calling out
"Ramana"
hoping you will find me
one day
i have no other means
it is my nature --
Your name.
You are the Eternal Light
but for those of us lost
in our bodies
there has been darkness
ever since the child
of Sundari left this world.
Are we doomed to eternal darkness?
while only jnanis know You.
Jnanis speak of your splendour
the light of a million suns,
while we speak of an aching love
a yearning that tears our soul apart
a chasm that seems too wide for our tiny stride
we speak of your eyes, your smile and your two feet
of what you touched and uttered
while jnanis say that is not You.
Like the call of a lost baby seal to its mother
desolate
in a maze of other sounds
i will keep calling out
"Ramana"
hoping you will find me
one day
i have no other means
it is my nature --
Your name.
Lord of Tiruchuzhi
20070629 11:15:04
Lord
They call you Lord of Tiruchuzhi ?
Is that true ?
Then Tiruchuzhi must mean the whole of creation.
It must mean my heart and soul.
How can you be the Lord of anything, when you are The Lord of All.
What is it that attracts me to your eyes
to peer into them
to want to lose myself totally in them
and never be found again.
what is it that makes me kiss you all day long
as though you were a little child
even though you are in reality
my father
i see myself in the form of each devotee
the boy who wept upon seeing you
once on the hill
the mother who came searching for her lost son
the one who ate from your plate
drank from your glass
and rested his head on your feet
the one who cooked for you and fed you
uncooked rice
the one who licked your feet
and stormed into the hall
to cry at your feet
the one who bit your finger
and was kept at bay for a week
the one who cracked and was repaired by you
the ones who sang 'Arunachala Siva'
on that fateful day
when the Gods descended to call you back
How they must have shivered
How Mahakala must have shook
with fright
He who claimed Rama and Krishna
without a flicker
without a blink
must have lost all courage
all bearings
on that day
Mother Earth must have choked
How did the universe feel?
The column of light that Annamalai saw
i imagine it was all the Gods lined up
with folded hands
and sunk heads
heads bent in shame
at the thought of asking you back
Did Yama dare to speak
Will those moments remain a secret
Will we suffice with imagining them
The One whom even the Gods adored
and envied
and loved more than envied
The One who melted their proud hearts
My Father
ordered them sweetly
not to dither
and to collect Him without shame
not to fear
Reminding them gently that His time had come
and no exceptions must be made
in nature's ways
"Come, it is time
Fear not."
"I am ready to go.
But where can i go? I am here!"
Each hiding behind the other
they came
with trepidation
with respect
with tears soaking their faces.
Lord
They call you Lord of Tiruchuzhi ?
Is that true ?
Then Tiruchuzhi must mean the whole of creation.
It must mean my heart and soul.
How can you be the Lord of anything, when you are The Lord of All.
What is it that attracts me to your eyes
to peer into them
to want to lose myself totally in them
and never be found again.
what is it that makes me kiss you all day long
as though you were a little child
even though you are in reality
my father
i see myself in the form of each devotee
the boy who wept upon seeing you
once on the hill
the mother who came searching for her lost son
the one who ate from your plate
drank from your glass
and rested his head on your feet
the one who cooked for you and fed you
uncooked rice
the one who licked your feet
and stormed into the hall
to cry at your feet
the one who bit your finger
and was kept at bay for a week
the one who cracked and was repaired by you
the ones who sang 'Arunachala Siva'
on that fateful day
when the Gods descended to call you back
How they must have shivered
How Mahakala must have shook
with fright
He who claimed Rama and Krishna
without a flicker
without a blink
must have lost all courage
all bearings
on that day
Mother Earth must have choked
How did the universe feel?
The column of light that Annamalai saw
i imagine it was all the Gods lined up
with folded hands
and sunk heads
heads bent in shame
at the thought of asking you back
Did Yama dare to speak
Will those moments remain a secret
Will we suffice with imagining them
The One whom even the Gods adored
and envied
and loved more than envied
The One who melted their proud hearts
My Father
ordered them sweetly
not to dither
and to collect Him without shame
not to fear
Reminding them gently that His time had come
and no exceptions must be made
in nature's ways
"Come, it is time
Fear not."
"I am ready to go.
But where can i go? I am here!"
Each hiding behind the other
they came
with trepidation
with respect
with tears soaking their faces.
