You are here now, Fathers

Beloved Fathers, Ramana and Buddha,

I know you are here, protecting me, standing guard, ensuring I don't stray too far, ensuring that nothing disables me. Such love, Fathers, you have. You have somehow slipped in a strong dose of bhakti in me, so i cannot falter ever. Sooner or later, my love will bring me back to You. Bhakti - the scent of the Master.

O Fathers, this silence is your scent, this stillness. Finally, there is hope that the morning will come some day. May I not abandon this scent ever till I reach You. No matter how much I may get enticed by anger, judgment and other devices the mind has for ambushing me. I confess that anger and revenge and judgment are sweet thoughts for the mind, the mind loves and thrives on them. But they are not inclinations that the Self has. These are not the path to You. For staying in your scent, I am doing my best to accept and not to resist, so i can stay silent. A tiny sacrifice, if i can even call it that, a tiny trifling exchange for the bliss and freedom of silence.

I love You, Fathers, always, forever. This illusion was worth it only for you. In this entire illusion, You (your form and mortal life) were all that really mattered, that made the whole experience worth it, along with your ever-present love and care and protection.