Ramana Gita Study -Some Poems inspired by Chapter 6

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The Light of Mind

 

The Globe of space, before we merge in Heart,

describes in gloom an orbit, round our Sun.

The mind by sahasrara lit, like moon, is one

reflecting Greater Light Of Self. just part.

 

Heart gives light to Maya,the magician's art.

A mortal man absents his Heart, sees mind,

moonlit, and drifts in darkest night, purblind.

From Self remembrance, may meditation start.

 

Not seeking Self, Immortal Source of Light,

but surfaces which silver-gleam, from Self apart,

The ignorant soul, deluded, blinds his sight.

 

The one who Knows ,reveals Real Light in mind,

like moon at noon in saphire sky to find

He's truly centered through such Science of the Heart.

 

 

The Supreme is Heart

 

To the Fool, the universal key is mind.

To the wise, all meaning not at Heart is none,

He is nothing but at Holy Heart at birth.

No notion differing Seer from Seen on earth

can integrate; the fool's conceit is unrefined.

 

In Heart abiding, Seer and Seen are one.

When stream of thoughts are stopped by swoon,

or elation, grief, or terror, they will run

swiftly back to Source at Heart, unbeknown.

 

Poor ignoramus, sweating 'neath the sun,

By monkey mind he's lost in errant thought .

But the Sun within the sacred flame

of Self is ever ablaze. His brain is fraught,

'Till through Science of the Heart,he seeks the Name.

 

Control of Breath

 

GLUED to gross gravitation of sense,

or obsessed by wastrel ways of thought,

we find through tenacious tendencies dense,

ourselves in endless distraction kept.Sage taught,

"Tether thy breath, this errant mind! Thus brought

to heel this lusty ox,by a strong firm fence

can graze lush grass at Source. In present tense

Be attentive! mind's but a spectator sport."

 

Be calm, watch flow of pranic force endure,

then tranquillity will simply come to be.

If this fails,Hatha Yoga shows the way.

exhale to count of one, begin the play;

inhale and hold for count of four; now wait and see

like the Ganges,the channels of life run pure.

 

The Mantra

 

THROUGH SUBTLE vessels, life-force cleansing, pure,

light airs waft gently, gradually clear.

Breathe out "this body I am", let this allure

of mind be sundered, surrender all idea.

 

Breathe in , questing source of True Nature

and hold, as Self abidance, deep and dear,

like sea within tidal movement, still and sure;

let all recede, from clouded element here.

 

As it swells, let the Mantra be constant, heard

in seed-sound song united to breath, sea-bird

to the rising wave. Keep close to those whose word

illumines through such seeing. Rest assured,

in Satsang with companions, Souls on course,

Mind surrenders and drowns, in the Eternal Source.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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alan

 

 

 

 

 

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