Gathered Blooms

A little poem written like a Haiku on Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi's nectarine bliss, which he pours into those who flocked Him.  Picture taken from Unsplash by Michael Anfang.

The seeker seeks the master, Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi's Grace to drown him in silence. Read a short poem. To sink in the depths of silence, Is what I seek with your ever   available guidance,  It's never enough to take little dips in      its waters,  But to drown in it once for all is what               really matters,   It's what to be in total peace,  And completely at ease,  What then remains for me   but to simply be?      

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. 

'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...

The seeker loses his separate identity of the idea of being the body and mind whenever he turns his attention towards the Master, the real Self in him. He however beseeches the Master to dissolve the separate identity or the ego in the real Self once for all. A short poem.

A seeker stands in the presence of the master with questions about his fate raging in his mind. The mind simply dissolves with silence filling him, leaving him with peace. Read a haiku based on the peace found in the master's presence.

Being tethered sets one free. Sounds like a paradox. Read a petite poem on a prayer to Ramana Maharshi to hold on to His Feet.

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 

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.

One look from the Master is enough to silence the mind. A seeker pens a short poem on the look of Guru Ramana, which merges the mind in the stillness behind. 

A seeker thinks he is encaged but the Master affirms not so! A little poem on freedom.  

Bhagavan Ramana roots out the fear of death in a seeker by a simple sentence carrying the import of the Master's teaching that he happens to read on death... "மரணபயம் மனசுக்குத்தான்.  அழிவற்ற ஆத்மஸ்வரூபமான 'தனக்கில்லை' என்றுணர்." - Baskaran.M  The translation of the words go thus, "Realise that the fear of death is experienced by the mind and not by the Atman which is indestructible and eternal." Moved by the Master's Grace, the seeker pens a petite poem.....    

 A short poem on Guru Poornima, seeking the light of Grace of Guru Ramana.

A small poem, seeking the Grace of Ramana Maharshi to take one beyond thoughts.