674. A Long Love Letter To You - 210210 Poem by Raman Savithiri
674. A Long Love Letter To You - 210210
Every second is accountable,
How do I use each to reach You!
The thoughts I roll,
The words I speak,
The actions I commit,
Each jiffy of my life is accountable!
In millions of words
I utter around to affect my surroundings
I must be selective
Not to hurt others
Not to be away from truth!
Helping me and others to reach centre
Soothing sweet words I must scatter!
And the most pleasing language of Silence
Which fails not in meaning I must practice
In millions of sermons
I must be selective
Not to induce my appetite
Of searching wisdom out
But to direct my foolish straying
To the centre from world betraying,
For wisdom comes from within!
Dhakshinamoorthy’s feet I surrender
My ego, let him slaughter
By His sermon from deep silence
Where words are in trance
In millions of programs
I must be selective
Not to boil my thoughts
But to settle them to the core
By keeping eyes away from cinema and serials
But to attend with attention Sages and sathsangs,
Which will open my third eye
To see inward to get a glimpse
Of Your sight of million lights
To make me blind not to see
Any more trivial things out!
In millions of food stuff
I must be selective
Not to eat meat stuff
But only veg to reach You
That too to keep my body
Clean and tidy daily
To sit in posture easy
For introspection and meditation!
Fruits with fiber in morning,
Rice and cooked vegetables
Of positive energy at noon,
A handful of nuts at night
For a sound sleep
To wake up very early
To take my inner journey
Before sun peeps below the horizon!
In millions of books
I must be selective
Not to read to divert
But to converge to the centre
Like RK or JK
Or to imbibe Amma or Jaggi
The gospels or little Gita
Or some drops from Bhagavata
Or to shed tear drops
While treading lines from
Divine Tamil devotionals
In millions of mentors
I must be selective
Not to divert my path
But to shorten the distance
Between You amd me
Like Patanjali for Yoga
Or like Amma in devotion
Like Ramana in Enquiry
Like Krishna in Karma
Like Rama in Dharma
Like RK in all
Even if I try to be selective
The tsunami of my karma effects
Hits often to shatter my efforts
The depth of ocean of transgression
I know not. And I know not
The posture good, how to sit
How to keep my spine
The degree of chin
The mudra of hands;
I know not how to surrender
How to catch Your feet
In my heart located right
How to watch my breath
The source where it begins
And the end where it blends
With uncertainties pressing every side
My voyage goes on surfing tides
My success is in Your grace
I know not if I am lunatic mime
Neither I know my Self nor I know You!
Daily trials bear fruit or go waste?
I don’t have a measuring yard!
Do You want me to live
A life of superstitions
By hiding ever Your face?
Accept my love too
Though false it might be
As 'I' itself is false!
Won’t You make my life
Significant by appearing in front
Of my false form to dissolve
My meaningless self into Yours?
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5/12/2024 6:46:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this poem goes with the message of Amma which is explicit in the following Question/Answer ------------------------------ Crying to God “Children, pray and shed tears as you think of God. That is the greatest sadhana. No other sadhana will give you the bliss of divine love as effectively as sincere prayer.” “If you can’t cry at first, say the words again and again and make yourself cry. A child will pester his mother to make her buy what he wants. He’ll keep following her around and he won’t stop crying until he has the desired object in his hand. We have to pester the Divine Mother like that. We have to sit there and cry. Don’t give Her a moment of peace! We should cry out, ‘Show yourself to me! Show yourself! ’ When you say that you can’t cry, it means that you have no real yearning. Anyone will cry when that longing comes to them. If you can’t cry, make yourself cry, even if it takes some effort.” “Say that you are hungry but you don’t have any food or money. You will go somewhere or do something to get food, won’t you? Cry out to the Divine Mother and say, ‘Why aren’t you giving me tears? ’ Ask Her, ‘Why don’t you make me cry? Does it mean that you don’t love me? How can I live if you don’t love me? ’ Then She will give you strength, and you will be able to cry. Children, that is what Amma used to do. You can do the same.” “Such tears are not tears of sorrow. They are a form of inner bliss. Those tears will flow when the jivatman (individual soul) merges with the Paramatman (Supreme Self) . Our tears mark a moment of oneness with God. Those who are watching us may interpret it as sorrow. For us, however, it is bliss.” ----------------------------- i could feel bliss around me when i read this poem