My Master's Feet O River Ganges...

This poem glorifies the Master, Sri Ramana Maharshi's Feet as more sacred than the River Ganges. While it is a belief that the River makes one pure of one's vices, the Master's Feet takes one beyond virtue and vice to experience ultimate freedom.

O ancient river, purity's door,

Multitudes march to Thy shore,

Your holy waters wash the sins to emerge clear,

While my Master's Feet bestows it now and here!

In your waters, breath arrested, heads dip and rise,

To remove the accumulated vice,

But virtue adds ensuring continuity,

At my Master's Feet dissolves both in eternity.

Arising from Shiva's locks,

You make pure of those who flock,

But seeds of deeds after, impregnated in future,

At my Master's Feet no space nor time,

No seeds to nurture.

Virtue and vice arise from ego(individual self),

Traced back to the source to forgo,

The phantom ego which emerge from the heart,

With it the two dissolve in, from the place of start.

My Master's Feet, O Ganges,

It is but the Heart,

In it when the ego merges,

Freedom it is beyond thought!

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