LIFE'S SEASONS

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In the blossoming springtime of my youth

I set out in search for ultimate Truth.

In the warm summer of middle age I found

Ramana Maharshi's Teaching, so profound.

 

In golden Autumn of ageing, hard I tried

To take his great Sadhana in my stride.

Now in wintry old age my snowy head,

Will surrender and enquire until I'm dead.

 

May be through his love and boundless grace,

Before I die, I'll know my own original face.