Guest guest Report post Posted April 2, 2010 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. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
