It is pointless trying to describe your eyes, your smile, your look, your feet etc. This is the form, in whole and in every part that we were born to love and worship. This form was created to love Your Form.
You made us to love you, to enjoy our love for you, to enjoy our love for Arunachala.
You gave birth to us, to love us and live our love for you.
To see the look in our eyes, when we look into yours.
To see the look on our faces when we look at your feet.
To hear us taking your name. To hear us saying "Arunachala Siva", and then getting misty.
We are helpless really, there was no choice, it was game set match to you from the first time we looked into Your eyes.
Just imagine, Lord, Father, Beloved, till the end of time, as long this universe exists, there will be many taking Thy name with love and surrender, there will be many remembering you with love, and wishing they could come back to kiss your feet, there will be many worshipping you and reading about your life, and those who served You.
There will always always be living beings singing thy glory, blowing kisses to You from the far reaches of this universe. Wiping a tear that resulted from humming "Arunachala Siva" once or twice.
Even when this universe reaches its end, there will be someone who closes his eyes, sees your face in his mind and smiles knowing that He will fall into your arms. That your arms will always be there to receive those who "die". The arms of the Father-Mother of all.
Even when this universe reaches its end, there will be someone who closes his eyes, sees your face in his mind and smiles knowing that He will fall into your arms. That your arms will always be there to receive those who "die". The arms of the Father-Mother of all.
The arms of the One whom Nayana named as Ramana.
Ramana, the one who picks up all lost souls and smothers them with love. My Father.
