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The Song of Silence

Om Namo Bhagavate Shri Ramanaya

You and I,
When in silent communion,
Amidst all the worldly din,
The Internal and external,
Dissolves in the eternal,



You follow me with thy presence,
While I clutch my form,
To remind me of my essence,
Vibrant silence, beyond forms and norms (You and I.....)


I know not my path of journey,
Nor do I know when it ends,
With you  by my side,
Unmindful I am of the journey,
How and far it extends ! (You and I....)

 Om Namo Bhagavate Shri Ramanaya.

Inspired by a quaint little Shiva temple on the way to work on the road side, set amidst a rocky background and green surroundings. Strangely enough, amidst all the traffic of Bangalore, the place simply fills one with peace, as He simply exudes Grace.
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manojharisree said…
Great poem. I envy you for living in such serene surroundings :)

regards
Manoj
3 September 2011 at 04:51
A Seeker's Musings said…
Manoj, I guess it is the peace that exudes from His presence that brings in serenity than the location. Sometimes, the location is serene, but there is no inner quietude-:)
21 November 2011 at 22:36
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