Gathered Blooms

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?      

To just be is the state to be. Read a short poem based on the teachings of Ramana Maharshi, praying to Him to rain His Grace to just be. To be not entangled with thoughts, To stand aloof as the heart, In simple silence, Without the least volition, Equipoised in mind, True will power to find, Tuned to your Grace that rains, Peace that eternally reigns, With thoughts effaced, Without a trace, Abiding in truth so bare, Being completely aware, Let me just be, Absolutely free. A Seeker's Musings       

Bhagavan Ramana urges one to cast one's burden on the Lord, who is the source of infinite strength. A short poem... Let me cast my burden on thee, The bearer with infinite strength as  one gets to see, One in truth can't anything do, With the phantom ego that seems true, The desire to do is the work of the ego, Which one needs to let go, For actions are backed not by the strength of desire, But the strength is from you, O Hill of fire. A Seeker's Musings

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