Gathered Blooms

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

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

A short poem on Arunachala Shiva where the seeker sees Him as the Lord, the Master and her own Being.     Shiva, the Lord of my heart,        You captured me unsought,        In your embrace I am eternally caught,        Beyond the dividing thoughts.        Shiva in my heart,        We are never apart,        'The sole being you are', you impart,        From this truth never should I depart.        Shiva is my heart,        Sans an end and a start,        From this truth of the heart,        Grace will never do me apart. PictureCourtesy: Wikipedia  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annamalai_(Hill)

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