Gathered Blooms

'Spreading as thoughts' is swerving from one's natural state in the heart. The heart is the seat of eternal peace and abiding in it puts one to ease. The spreading of thoughts begins with the rising of the 'I' thought or the ego. Abiding or staying put in the heart makes one to just be in peace putting an end to the ego's motion, which brings about misery. A poem of prayer to Ramana Maharshi. Let me not spread as thoughts, Let me abide in the heart, From the ego stems the thoughts, Then in the net of the world I am caught, Let me not spread as thoughts, Let me abide in the heart, I know not any rest,  When I stray away from my nest, Let me not spread as thoughts, Let me abide in the heart, When I swerve from solitude, I turn away from quietude, Let me not spread as thoughts, Let me abide in the heart, When in movement I reap pain, When still in the heart peace reigns, Let me not spread as thoughts, Let me abide in the heart, Let your grip tighten on me, So I don...

Arunachala is one's own heart. This petite poem is a prayer to Arunachala to fix the mind in Him, the heart.

In the pathless path, where there seems to be a journey but in truth there is not, the traveller/seeker abides in his own heart or 'just be'. Nochur Venkataraman in one of his talks on Ramana Maharshi and His teachings said that Bhagavan's actual teaching was to 'just be'. For those of us for whom it was difficult to be, He mercifully taught the direct path of Self enquiry.  

When we lose ourselves in Bhagavan, we in truth recognise our true Self. A petite poem.

The poem, "The Path Back Home," is a reflection of a peaceful stroll, alone in nature. The path leads and dissolves into the horizon, with me....  Tiny pink and yellow flowers,  made occasional patches over the ground. The breeze in the meadow brushed past, The sun shied, behind the clouds, A Kingfisher flapped its way towards me, unaware; and swiftly turned away with an alert chirp. The three-legged dog hopped and barked; intrigued and agile, A squirrel leaped from the roof of the cowshed, onto the branch of a nearby tree. I paced the path aimlessly that stretched in front, A flock of birds took to flight, to the left from the right. A peacock started off from a branch of a tree, and flew far beyond, surprising me. A glimpse of the "Wordless One" having revealed itself, from the depths of which thoughts emerged and sunk. Thoughts of chaos showed up and slid, back into the depths of peace--a seeming paradox so long hid! A prayer arose and me...