Gathered Blooms

When the mind is still, peace prevails. A short poem of prayer to Ramana to open the flood gates of peace. An end to all commotion, Is with the end of the mind in motion, With the ripples of thoughts stilled, With the cessation of my will, When doership is dead, With the mind not fed, I pray for awareness in a vacant mind, Where thoughts no longer bind, Ramana, I await your grace, To open the flood gates of peace with haste, For me to simply remain, Where the mind doesn't reign.  A Seeker's Musings. Picture Courtesy: Jenn Wood www.unsplash.com 

Peace abounds in the heart, yet we seek fleeting pleasures from the world outside knowingly owing to the frailty of our minds. A short poem on prayer to Ramana to make one realise eternal peace.        While peace in the heart abounds,        I hanker for happiness around,        Halt the mind from straying outside,        Seeking pleasures from all sides,        Fleeting I know they are,        But the frail mind goes too far,        Glimpses of peace you cast,        But the mind takes over fast,        Do throw me a glance to bestow,        Eternal peace to flow. 

The seeker beseeches the Master to hoist the flag of peace conquering the raging mind in this short poem. Picture Credit: Hasan Almasi www.unsplash.com 

Peace percolates in the otherwise stormy mind by a glance of Grace from the sage, Ramana Maharshi.