A Prayer To Ramana

Oh, brilliant eyes! Yet to blossom smile! Visage profoundly serene! Show me the way sublime Out of this mesh much knotted In which I am woefully trapped Made of mind and intellect Understanding and what not Of teachers by whom I aver Of books I don’t close ever Of a body demanding care Of senses gone haywire I know all these to be Not me, because them I do see Yet, I know not the seeing me For blind is my inner eye “All you know is you are not, What knows is you” I am taught 'Knowing this much will suffice You then are self-realized' “A mere understanding, isn’t this? ” I question losing all my wits “Yes, it is so by all the means It does take place in the mind” “Isn’t mind in knowing? ” I ask “So what? ” “The wise does think” they remark “The wise does act, the wise does read The wise does enjoy the food he eats” “Granted all that” I concede “The wise knows not that he reads That he acts and that he eats The way we do so incomplete” Didn’t our Sage say the wise is like One in himself fast asleep On a shaky cart on potholed track Knowing not the shocking creaks My soulful plea therefore Lord Ramana Dear Sage of Holy Arunachala! Cast your kind glance upon me Truth of “Who am I? ” so I see So I realize what it is like Being in this tumultuous sea Knowing and yet knowing not Knowing all as me in me Soaring up and up the sky Wingless, mindless, ever-free Unbridled by whims of intellect Unburdened by notions pet In the sky of Pure Being To which Your eyes beckon, To the beauty of spaceless expanse Where Your smile shines and awakens